'Don't go back,' I told her. 'It's time to,' she said "who waits for us?' I asked her We just go back to empty houses. She laughed her shy laugh and said: 'But there are certain norms I have to go.'
I looked at her pale like a wilted flower but there was so much beauty in her quietness.
I shrugged my shoulders, thinking of my cold empty house Work never compensates for company. Two lonely souls who had met at an evening park and found comfort in each other. That was the only part of the day we looked forward to And she did not even work She was alone.
She just came out to meet me Pale unhappy and with very few words.
I should also leave 'but not before I gave her the rose Which I bought for her.
I walked to her grave, put the flower there And thought of her smile when she came out and saw it.
