Park Bench

With her eyes lowered, she walked passed the bench.She was sullen and dirty, her fingers clenched.
Yet there it is, a remembrance of her past.
She never dreamed the love wouldn't last.
Why is it still there,  this flower, this thought?
Tears stream down her dirty cheeks.
She's not showered for several weeks.
Her memory, so vivid and so clear.
It was by this bench,  he disappeared.
His last breath was taken as he lay on the ground.
So many people walking by, yet no one around.
His blood, crimson as the pedals of the rose.
This once was her favorite flower and there it is, her throat tight, she chokes.
The wails are heard from so far away.
Her lost one, taken.... to her dismay.
Again so many continue to walk by.
No one stops, a shaggy filthy girl they pass.....why?
One kind soul who was there that day, he did stop and tried to speak but she shewed him away.
She wears his jacket, stained with his blood.
She hears it again. ........ the loud thud.
To the heavens her eyes do rise!
With no reverence, no surprise.
She called out his name.... "GOD", she begged " PLEASE!"
Her hands clamped together, now on her knees. 
In silent prayer, she closes her eyes.
A weak smile adorns her lips, yet she continues to cry.
She rises and sits upon the blue bench.
Melancholy, heavy... heaving breaths.
Reaching in to her pocket, she removes a small pouch.
Closing her eyes, pills in her hands. ..
People watch, she begins to slouch.
She falls to the ground where her lover did lay.
"Together again, we shall be... soon my love... this day"
Her breaths quicken, her heart suddenly stops.
She did not realize,  she wouldn't be going up top.
When committing suicide, it's purgatory for you.
Her love with never see her again.
If only she knew.

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