Two Words
There it was
Where the shared most of their time together
Staring at her,
Taunting her,
The old breaking bench
As she gets closer to examine it's graffiti
She notices a new carving
Someone skillful had done this
As if they had plenty practice
She lifted her hand and gently moved her fingers over the two words
As if they were as delicate as a newborn baby and could break at any second
She traced them over and over again,
The two simple words meaning more to her right now than anything
Then, she knew where she had to be
She patted the words one last time and turned,
Running through the high grass as quickly as she could
Where the shared most of their time together
Staring at her,
Taunting her,
The old breaking bench
As she gets closer to examine it's graffiti
She notices a new carving
Someone skillful had done this
As if they had plenty practice
She lifted her hand and gently moved her fingers over the two words
As if they were as delicate as a newborn baby and could break at any second
She traced them over and over again,
The two simple words meaning more to her right now than anything
Then, she knew where she had to be
She patted the words one last time and turned,
Running through the high grass as quickly as she could
♠ ♠ ♠
I don't really know I saw a bench the other day and all of the etchings in it and decided to do a little poem about it. I won't tell you what the two words are supposed to mean, because I think that the true beauty of poetry is how it means different things to different people. It could be happy and exciting to one person, or it can be upsetting and depressing to another. Really, this is up to you to decide what those two words are, I helped you with part of the story - now it's up to you to do the rest.