The bench was empty by the large leafless tree
No one had come to use it in years,
and on misty morns
it seemed to disappear.
they held hands and made dreams for days ahead
they whispered warm promises
and shared butterfly kisses on each other's foreheads
the sun filtered onto their sweet faces;
nature's songs engraved their words
in their heart's hidden places
change came with its angry face;
things could not remain
one of them had to leave;
it would ever be the same.
Now the bench's magic power is unused
it just sits and waits with a sad bench face,
old and stuck,
in a strange forever lonely place.