Among Apple Trees

Obscure old country house falling apart, Old empty windows with glass shattered, Decaying roof surrounding old brick chimney. Group of old apple trees and old well outside. Beautiful sunset lights up the house, Entering through the windows inside, Light falls down on the wooden chair, It stands right where an old man left it. He died sitting by a table, A half empty glass of spirits in his hands. An old lonely man, neighbour found him two days later. Picture of the women was hanging on the ceiling, Right above his head, face with a tired smile, Deep brown eyes and simple haircut, She left this house five years earlier, Left this house in a simple wooden coffin. She left an old sick person behind, Person who couldn’t bear to be left alone He fell prey to the glass, Alone, no friends no relatives. He found his peace in the crystal glass of vodka. Everyday hoping to dye, but only ending up drunk. Until one day it came, it came in his sleep, In a drunken dream, a dream of the old apple trees, Old well and beautiful girl smiling to him. And then he left, left this house behind, Buried by people he didn’t knew, But he was happy, he stood among the apple trees Right next to a beautiful girl, holding hands, feeling loved.