As I sat on a little bench
Amidst the swaying bushes and trees,
The scene before me melted
Replaced by one stashed in a freeze.

The bench then was cozy
With two intimate friends
Whose joy was in each other
Not in a condo or a Benz.

Late into the dusk
On a fine August evening
The pale bluish light
Enveloped us like a ring.

Each slight touch and kiss
Exploded a bomb in my heart
And no one but I knew it
Couldn’t tell pleasure and pain apart.

What if he knew of
The ache that he wrought
Would he still have left me
Lost and completely distraught?

He treated me like a goddess
I can admit he had quipped:
“For a goddess would not be a goddess
If she were not worshiped.”

I know not whether to blame myself
Still my heart feels so bitter.
My mind rationalizes, but
The thoughts have lost their glitter.

Neither helps to comfort the absolute,
The verity, the truth – He is not mine.
Too soon before I’ll see him again
For he is forever in my dreams and shrine.

A gentle breeze blew away my vision
Killing the soft smile I seldom sported.
I stood up wearily to head back home
A long walk ahead and yes, unescorted.