Every morning he sat there,
Right under their 'love tree'
Under which once they both sat togeather,
Where they made a lot of memories,
Even after twenty years have passed,
Twenty years have passed of her death,
His wife who died twenty years ago,
But he still came there and talked to her,
He believed that she haven't died,
She just got invisible and inaudiable,
That she was here, right there,
That she could listen to him,
He was in his 90s now,
But he never forgot her,
Not even for a mili second,
He met her even in his dreams,
It was where they first met,
On the same bench in the same place,
They called it their 'love place',
The sound of the flowing water reminded him of her more and more,
This flowing water,
This 'love tree',
Tears fell down his cheeks,
While looking at their pic of this place togeather,
Everything was same,
Except for one thing,
That this time he was alone,
Without the love of his life,
Without his soulmate,
Without half of his heart,
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Hey everyone!!! I wrote it on my bed at night when most of things go through my mind. Please vote and tell me about point of view.
