Under the towering bridge, beside the tulip garden, next to the curvy ridge, sat a man awaiting no one.

Merged with a melody of notes, When the rappling river hummed it’s tune, this man felt remorese to which one could never be immune.

The silent breeze calmed the dimming sky, the weather turned plesently chilly and steadily peace seemed to multiply

With a lit cigar between his fingers and his head amidst conflict, sat this man, clouded by the early morning’s mist.

Birds chirped near by, the river hummed along, the occasional ticking of the clock, was the only other sound.

In this man’s memory was a happy little creature, according to him which was, the greatest gift of nature.

Back home with his face looping, and on his feet four, stood this amazing someone, barking in wait at the door.

He seemed to look at the door, everytime it seemed to creek, waiting for the man whom he loved, to whom his eyes did speak.

When the fresh breeze blowing off the river, touched this man’s face, he realised there were tears coming off his eyes, thinking of the heart who ran to him in chase.

Growing up with a companion, and then being torn apart, this story didn’t seem fair, nothing of literature or art.

Will this tale of separation ever come to an end? Asked the man’s gloomy heart, that longed for his best friend.