To The old man on the bench in Riverside Park

I sat down next to you because every other bench was full. You were feeding pigeons. You said "my wife loved pigeons." I said "I'm sorry." You said "don't be, she's been gone twelve years and I'm still telling people about her, that's the win." I have thought about "that's the win" for three years. It is the kindest definition of love I have ever heard.