3 years..

three years ago,
where we saw the blue sky,
we sat on a bench painted gray ..
your eyes are still the same,
with the same smile,
all the same ..
only one is not the same ..
our story, three years now ..
encounter, now turned into a farewell,
though not extraordinary encounter
which ends with a farewell sweet,
but it was enough for me,
staring at your eyes, your smile,
watching your back away and getting away from the dark gray bench now ...
too quiet and sad ..
but it was enough for me ...

(a part of My Prose Book)