Felt like his fifty-one years passed in the speed of light, just like a few moments; never hopped that by a sunrise the cavernous sadness will fade…Year after year, he imagined her characteristic, enjoyed her skin smell while asleep, for moments..
Missed her caring at dawn; he called her name twice, she replies…So sorry, there is no more moments left. But you know my feelings since then. Thank you for all the golden years. Life has lost its essence. Pleasures are just over; for a moment.