Time is ruthless

In a distance of two houses from us, lives a man left by his wife. When she left, she asked to care for the flowers, to live clean, to do laundry and home cleaning regularly, to nourish himself, and to look after himself.

She left there, from where no one can return… 

Five months have passed. Each time I pass by his home, I see him sweeping his terrace, watering the plants, or standing for a long time looking at the sky. Many more sleepless nights will pass before he gets used to solitude.

And if we still have someone to say warm words today – let’s say.And if we still have someone to hug, who to cuddle with – let’s forgive everything and give him/her a hug.

Until they did not disappear in silence.

© Fortune, 2020