You wait that one car when all bodies come home
You wait somehow
There are Clouds
tender Sun light
and Trees weathering with the wind
Yet the mountains are
graceful
You wait.

Yesterday,
It was a heavy weather. We barely could breathe.
Today,
It is a grey weather. We just breathe.
We never talked but to ourselves.
A lot.
Gloom searches for Lights but never finds them.
Whom to blame but the oneself?

Then you come back after a long road home
It is winter time
looking gorgeous, outstanding female
wearing a chivalrous black outfit
with a wavy black hair, smells as wild flowers
A wooly pink flower scarf around your long neck
adds kindness to the cold
Now you think of having a partner but
there wouldn't be one for you are wearing a chivalrous black outfit
standing on your solitary sturdy feet
It suits you