Alone and All Alone

Alone in my thoughts, I waited on the railway bench Oh, my muddled mind started surveying past, Yes, it was a year ago we sat there sharing hearts On that same bench, her reminiscence all around Grace was her other name, a bubble of infinite grace I heard in her every talk, strains of plaintive music, A girl I adore a lot, an eternal love we promised to share, But my gilded lies failed to die, and in time, my eyes failed to shine. Oh! Is it me or her? Who wants to break away? Beneath the ticking clock Again we met to wrangle. Moment of anger.. And of ego.. At present alone I sat.. A midday sun of misery.. Alone and all alone.. Honorable Mention in STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(4)any theme any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand