The Bench

I passed her by on the path,
and I heard it, a voice
from that lowly, familiar bench,
quietly calling my name.
She said, "Remember that moment
we shared together?
you said little to me,
but you didn't need to.
You just cried alone, 
and fell apart---
with only me to support you.
You didn't tell me why,
but I already knew.
In winter, I get few visitors, you see---
So snow-covered days are lonely,
and so were you.
How lovely it is to see you again,
with a smile instead of sobs.
Please, come back to me again, 
if you have more tears,

I will be here.