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THE LONER

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Day 6: 6th April 2015 NAPOWRIMO

 

The Loner

 

It was his shelter, his nook

His way of giving the world a miss

Every day for the last four years, he came and sat by the tree

The expanse of the lake in front of him

It gave him a sense of being.

He was a part of this world, yet he was detached.

The loner longed for this loneliness,

The long hours at office, the screaming boss, the mad traffic

All faded away, when he sat there.

He always remembered the last time he brought his wife there,

She had been so happy

He will never forget the look on her face.

His wife, a beautiful woman, unfaithful though

Will never leave him again, he had vowed.

Now she lies underneath the tree, cold as the earth.

The loner stands by the tree, hugging it

As he would have hugged his wife,

Forever his,

Never to let go.

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