Is that so? (Poem)

Someone said
your love is like unbought clothes.
tried, used, and left in the
hangers of the trial room by strangers.
But love is like a public bench in the park
tried and used
no doubt
but leaves memories, laughs and
few icy truths.
It won’t drop you off in
no-man’s-land
as told by bards
but completes your void voyage
in pitiless prisons
and motionless solitudes.