The Girl On The Bench.

You see a girl.
she's smiling.
You smile at her.
such a wonderful view.

she smiles.

You smile.

she sits on the park bench
under the mysterious sky
smiling fixedly at the world.

You sit next to her,
and You feel content.
she listens and nods to your words.
You feel glad, someone's there.

This girl on the bench.

She doesn't say much,
except to comfort you.
but then,
it rains.

You run for cover,
under a big tree.
You turn back;

expecting her.

but she's

not there.

she's still on the bench.

You stare,

shrug

and sit.

she's still on the bench.

You can feel the rain pellets,

soar through the leaves

hitting your back, your arms,

anything in there reach.

she's still on the bench.

framed rigidly,

smiling.

The rain thunders on.

You're getting drenched.

You need to get real shelter.

before You get sick.

You don't even spare a glance to the girl

the girl who was still on the bench,

smiling fixedly to the world.

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A/N: Found this lying in my draft folder, it was dated a few years back, but thought it was a shame to not post.