Deralene
"Sitting alone on a bench, near him a tree,
His wrinkled hands held a letter as he quietly read,
The moon beneath him sees,
In his somber motion, his eyes bleed."
Simple short free verse poem inspired by my great-grandfather and my great-grandfather's friend back in the 2000s before his friend passed.
They used to be close companions before they parted in their own ways and paths.
I never got to meet both of them honestly, I wasn't even born yet at the time so this is based on what I know thanks to my aunt Katia.