Meet Me On the Bench by Anais Boulard

Meet me on the bench
Like a call vanished in the sand
Like a sad song sung by a drunk man
Like another bad best seller.

Meet me on the bench
The park is pretty just like you are
The leaves, the kids, and the green floor:
A bed for true lovers.

Meet me on the bench
See, I brought you a box
Full of sorrow and rain
Full of the stories I forgot.

Meet me on the bench
You never come, though.
Lonely foolish loving a fairy
Lovely fairy who the loner banished.

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