That this bench was made for two

Hey Steemians,

Sitting Alone
On a bench that's made for two.
Only one side is empty.
For that place is meant for you
Memories overtake me
And wishes of making more.
And the moments we had here?

You made my life that day.
I find myself walking.
Not knowing where to go.
But I always end up
In that special place that we know.

I sit down, can't move.
Waiting for you to show.
And when I feel your hand on mine,
That's when I will go.

Do you see, my darling?
That this bench was made for two.
And one day in future,
It will be filled again by me and you.