Crooked Bus Stop Bench — a cassette tape for Sera

A personal message on this cassette for Sera

I took the long way home last week just to pass the old bus stop where we used to wait together. The bench is still crooked. Someone painted over the graffiti but I could still see the outline of the heart you drew with a pen that was running out of ink. I sat there for a minute and felt stupid for hoping the feeling would be lighter by now