On This Bench
On this bench, we spoke
Of our love without end
It was a love of a light yoke
An easy burden without a bend
On this bench, we played chess
We laughed and we ate
We shared essence and success
So many nights we stood late
On this bench we rocked
passions
Our tryst was here
We dreamt on each other laps,
visions
Now you are there.
On this bench, here I am
And you, a past
How could I forget you, Maryam?
For this bench will always be to
cast.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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