Art isn't always beautiful

The woman on the bench

See the woman sitting on the park bench?
The woman who is wearing clothes more expensive than your car?
The woman who looks like she can get any man?
She is sitting, she is rich, she is beautiful beyond all compare.
Can you also see her eyes?
Her eyes rimmed red with slow tears she wipes away with her perfectly manicured fingers?
She is crying, she is sad.
Do you see her look as if expecting?
Like she's waited her whole life?
She has. Everyday she waits. Longing for what was lost.
Do you see her stand, smooth her perfect skirt?
Wipe away a tear and walk as if she owns the world?
Do you notice how her demeanor has quickly changed?
The weak woman, to a proud woman?
She is strong, but she is sad. She has her time of mourning and becomes what she needs once again.
Can you believe she does that everyday?
Like clockwork, she sits in a bench and drinks in nature and cries.
Everyday the same, everyday differing.
She waits.
Do you see yourself, after weeks, going to her to speak?
To ask her why, to ask her reason?
You begin to approach her, curiosity be your enemy.
Do you ask her why she is sad?
Why she sits there to reminisce?
She answers. Simply she explains.
Do you now understand?
Do you see her devotion to the trees?
You respect her answer. You respect her. And you feels her sadness.
Can you believe she sits there everyday, because that  is the place where she feels closest to him?
Can you believe, miles away, they used to sit on a similar bench, under a similar tree?
She said he'd never been there with her.
They met state's away.
Do you see her forget you are there as she brushes a tear off her cheek?
She cries, she has all she wants, money, power, notoriety.
All she ever wanted.
But, the man who inspired her aspirations became to involved in proving his own.
And do you wish he deserved her?
Do you see how she realizes he doesn't deserve her?
But she loves him.
When she writes love letters, all these years later, they still say his name.
Can you believe the infamous woman whom settles wars, has her own?
Can you believe she still waits?
She never wanted to belong to a man, and now she doesn't.
But, her changed her mind.
Now she sits alone, trying to remember him.
Can you see her high regard?
Do you wish you were him?