'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.