Bench

They sat on different sides of the bench, but it seemed a whole world were placed between them. It was a sad sight to look at. They obviously knew each other but they did not speak to each other. When their eyes met, all there was was a nod, a soft nod that says we used to be so close but look at where we are now. The rain poured heavily, the drip drop of the rain orchestrated the night. It was a sad sound. The two shuffled and shuffled, in response to each other. They were trying to spark up a conversation, however they are getting no where. They waited for the train. It was pouring. Yes it definitely was. A sad sight indeed. I watched them. But then the girl dropped her umbrella and feel slowly after it. The man reached out for her. He reached out to her. Their eyes met once again. Perhaps, something new was about to start. Perhaps there was a spark.