Bench of Mayhem

Sitting back in this bench, where we first met
Flipping the wings of butterflies of memories
I recall her in my eyes with her being the beautiful self
And tears warming me up as my heart remembers the distance
As here I'm with the pen in my hand
Waiting to complete this poem for her to send
History is our witness as these are letters from the sky
Words poured on paper without any lies
My heart constantly asking me, hey are you feeling okay?
And with a withered smile, I just lay
Wrapping the heart around me like a blanket
To feel warmth I hold the tears close but getting none albeit
With this void around me in the crowd
I feel lonely and empty lying on this road
With all the cars rushing around, with leaves falling from wind
And touching my cheeks for me to whine
As soon as the leaf is held within my palms
It is rendered by the autumn inside my calm
And suddenly it rains, dripping over my words on the letters
And the letters from the sky fall, fathom not to reach her
These heavy papers mashes up and the car rushes over them
As I'm still on the bench, with love in my eyes under this mayhem