Through the lens

Walking through the park, alone in the dark...
Acting like you were never there...
The fact
I learn to accept
As the rain mixes its sweet to the falling tears
Sitting on the bench in the park I contend..
The memories
We made will remain...
As I say goodbye to the past
The gentle wind caresses past the time
And I wish I wish I want to wish..
You were here to make memory