I have a loved one in this great world that has no end; yet the days go by and the weeks rush on, and before I know it – A year is gone.
And I never get to see his face.
For life is a swift and terrible race. He knows I like him just as well.
As in the days when we went for long summer walks holding hands together.
I spend evening listening to his tale. His gentle voice guiding me life values.
But I was younger then. And now I am busy, tired men. Tired of playing a foolish game. Tired of trying to make a name.
I say “tomorrow! I will call him. Just to show that I love him”. But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, I never tell him how much I love him.
Distance between us grows and grows yet miles away.
Someday, I receive a telegram – “He died today”.
And that’s what I get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner – a vanished loved one.
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