Bench

Splashes of the rain,
Circles on the water
Ripple far away,
Getting a bit hotter.
 
Pond is like a mirror,
It reflects the sky
Which is like a pillow-
More than meets the eye.
 
Here's on the surface
You can see a bench,
Exercising office,
Which is not so strange.
 
It has seen so much,
It is like a sage
Or a wooden hutch-
Secret of the age.
 
There're little kids,
Playing with a toy.
Comfortable seats
For a girl and boy.
 
Later they are teens
So that they enjoy
Their sweet sixteens,
And that youthful boy
 
Is behaving gently,
Playing with her hair,
Hugs her very friendly,
Being really fair.
 
Their palms are crossed,
Fingers stroke* each other.
Nothing, even frost
Makes a couple bother.
 
Whisper in her ears,
Cheecks are turning red.
All these special feelings
Make them both go mad.
 
Nothing is forever
Than two loving hearts,
Seems like they will never
Try to fall apart.
 
Sometimes there are treasons
Or some other trash,
These're stupid reasons
That will make them crash.
 
So the trash has happened,
There are tears and pain-
Years and a second
In a two-rolled play.
 
Thus, the bench is empty
And the couple's gone.
Now the snow is melting
And the spring is born.
 
Often contradiction
Bothers our life
Which is, like a fiction,
Flies into the sky.
 
Now the guy feels lonely,
There's no way to go.
May be there's the only
Thing he didn't know:
 
May be she was trully
Second part of his.
There is no chance fully
To return all this.
 
Phone is disconnected
And she moved somewhere.
Suffering affected
Her preceding care.
 
She has found another
Guy to share love with,
He is like a brother
Who dispelled the myth.
 
Sense of great frustration
Pierced the youngster's mind,
That was like invasion
Which was too unkind.
 
Thus, we see him standing
In their favourite place.
Bench is a remaining
Thing in front of face,
 
It brings back the moments
Of that ash-tree park:
Days were like the sonnets,
Lightnings in the dark.
 
When the brains were messy,
But the things were right.
They liked SMSing
Almost every night.
 
Headphone in his ear,
Second was in hers -
This has disappeared,
Their love is cursed.
 
She was a guest of his,
He threw her on the bed,
Attacked her with a kiss.
He misses her so bad.
 
Moans drived them crazy,
Gropes and the embrace.
That was so amazing,
Those were lovely days.
 
We don't need to whisper
Neither scream aloud,
Sometimes life's sinister-
Tear-dropping flood.
 
Sometimes there are changes
And as for break-ups:
Best friends become strangers,
Getting broken hearts.
 
We should know the value
Of the things we're given,
Otherwise the failure
Will be unforgiven.
 
*to stroke=to touch gently