The Bench We Shared

I once fell in love with a stranger on a park bench. We didn’t trade names — we traded silence, a smoke, half a sandwich. It wasn’t romance the way movies sell it. It was two broken people giving each other warmth when the city was cold and cruel.

We sat there three nights in a row, talking about nothing and everything. I told them about the family that forgot me. They told me about the dreams they’d left behind. When they vanished, I didn’t cry — because that bench taught me that sometimes love doesn’t stay. It just saves you for a night.

That’s Catfish Heads love — ugly, fleeting, honest. Even a moment can keep your soul alive.

— Catfish Heads