003 It’s all in the mind : The Empty Bench

The Empty Bench
She had shed tears sitting here,
Drowning her helplessness,
Not caring for passer-by.

She had waited for him sitting here,
Her heartache growing to indifference,
As she accepted his absence.

She had read books sitting here,
Finding her solitude,
And enjoying it.

Now I am the empty bench,
I see her walking by,
And I am happy she found her way.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.