Watching the trees

How long has it been? She doesn’t know, she’s lost the counting number or she has stopped counting anymore. It was in that cold winter night when everything has changed, when her pretty future has turned to a big grey cloud that is crying endlessly.1

She’s been taking these steps towards where he lays for the last twenty years and never once did she get tired. The grass beneath her feet was wet and fresh, it danced with the wind. But her hair was tied firmly at the back of her head; a black dress fell from her shoulders to her knees and gracefully took the shape of her form.2

The sun was already up when she stood by that gray stood which had a name curved on it. A small tear fell from her eyes to her cold, pink cheeks and then to her chin. What was she thinking? No one around her could guess. Why would she still cry after all these years? No one could understand.3

It was love, a love she held deep inside her soul for the man lying down in the ground now, cold and far away, maybe he still sees her or hears her. She didn’t care if he could do this though, she could only see him as the man she’d love until her dying day. Though he’s no longer here to take her pain away, she still holds on to the memories and dreams they shared when he once walked on this earth with her.4

She bent down and removed the flowers of a week’s old to replace them with new, fresh ones, as she stood up she looked at the trees around her. How much he loved to watch them as the wind played with their leafs, now she can only watch them by herself, no more smiles coming from his lips, no more looks coming from his green eyes… he’s gone… it has been twenty years already and God knows what she has done to survive the loneliness he left behind him.5

It was at that cold winter night when she had her phone ringing, when she picked it up, it was for her to know that her life is over. The traffic accident he had was terrible that neither he nor his friend could survive it; all she remembers from that night is his face as he looked at her through the class… and he smiled as if he was just going in a trip and he’ll be back soon. How could he smile in that way when he knew what he’ll be doing to her by leaving? She still wonders…6

She turned her back to his grave and walked back towards the main gate, her arms swinging by her side and on the left one she bore a ring, a wedding ring, a ring who its owner is no longer her husband… he’s just her dead love…7