I sat at the corner of a coffee shop
A cup of hot coffee, a cozy-cold day,
Across the road, wearing a suit
Is an old man, sitting beside a grave.
I can't help but see what others ignore
Two half-filled glasses of wine and a red rose.
I look around and not a soul I see,
A glass for him;
For whom could the other one be?
I caught his lips mutter
But the sight is unclear
I can't make out the words
The words that only the long gone could hear.
I am intrigued, by the sight I see
I want to know what their story could be.
In this busy world, where no one has time for none
Here sits a man with his invisible loved one.
I thought to myself,
How blessed should the buried one be?
For even after death,
They don't feel lonely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem