Day 6: 6th April 2015 NAPOWRIMO
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,
Never to let go.