That bench in the garden

That bench in the garden

That shrub that always covers it from the above

Today when you were not there

I sat there alone for the first time

I have never felt that slab this cold before

And that shrub without a flower before

I reminisced the long talks

The grass that was beneath our feet

You know it is still yellow

The breeze that made your hair go sway

Has stopped since you have gone

That anthill that worried you so much

The ants have vacated it

But they have repaired the swings

And you can here children laughing

Amidst all this I realized what that bench is

It is a shrine

A shrine where my love with your memories is buried

I paid my respects

A nice place where I can mourn our love

Those endless numbered sunny days

They just do not go away

Even if I try

Even if I cry