“Grandpa, how many times have you fallen in love?”
“A number of times you can’t even count for kid.”
“Really! and did grandma knew about this?.”
The boy was left without an answer but a simper.
‘Yes ’cause she was the only one I have fallen for’, he pondered while glowing at her picture.
He left me with no hopes,
only memories to cherish,
the burns as a symphony,
and its imprints as souvenirs,
the deepest one etched in my heart.
He dug the ground so hard,
it took more than 6 hours to reach the same level,but it didn’t matter to him because he could now sleep beside his owner like he used to every night.
Biblichor 