The Day Alan Didn'T Come

This old apartment over 60 years old The narrow parking lot at the back is always messy: scattered pebbles, brawny weed, broken pieces of flower, Mulberry fruits that have fallen to the ground and have been crushed, fallen leaves, And Alan's old friend, there was an old tree A tree has no name, the bark is all peeled off Few living tree branches, All sorts of scars and filth in the stem stinks but Alan loves this old friend: everyone hates From a very young age He climbed this tree, played, and ate the fruit his own heart that had hugged it he used to show it with a smile Even in the big typhoon that hit New Jersey a few years ago, that is not broken but In the weak wind that blew lately One of the three remaining broke and fell to the ground wrecked upstairs luxury car Alan made up his mind And a truck to cut down trees today People came late in the afternoon. I went out parked the car in the parking lot in the night And looking at the disappeared tree, the barely remaining stump I took a picture and sent it to Alan even if it's a small thing from Brooklyn, New York to here in New Jersey ran to this place Alan did not come he only sent emoticon that shed tears The old tree presented us with a clean and widened parking lot. Getting out of the car, my wife told me, "We won't be able to hear the birdsong in the morning anymore".