The rose petals were white as snow on his grave. I still remember the last time when I was with him which also reminded me of the smell of the hospital floors, the green curtains and his room number 203. He was pale as a sunflower but yet trying to smile, I held his hand gathering all my courage to talk to him but could not utter a word.
He looked right into my eyes and said ,"maybe in another life".....and then the eternal silence conquered everything.
© Zuri