A Letter To A Loved One

My dear sweetheart,

How long it has been! And how long have you been away from our home, and particularly away from me! It feels as if it has been ages. This long wait is disheartening at times.

You know, the leaves of the maples, that you had planted so lovingly around the spring of the yesteryears, have now turned yellow and red. Even they long to see you that they have shed their leaves in a hope to see you soon.

And the hummingbirds that dwelt around the hibiscuses, and that you and I used to watch sometimes during our free time, have now found another dwelling. They come here no more, which is really saddening.

And the pond lilies that were at the back of our home, and that were so beautiful to watch all day long, have now withered with the seasons. I do not know why they have withered all of a sudden.

And the grapevines that covered the porch, and whose fruits we used to pick together during the autumn, have all dried up. How will I pick the grapes now, that you liked to relish?

You know, the rains have come and gone many times, but hardly there have been any sight of a rainbow these days. You used to paint them on a canvas as a hobby whenever they appeared. And even when they did not appear, you captured the rains with your paints upon your canvases. I am sure that even these rains are missing your paintings that they are coming each day, if only for a brief moment, so you would paint them once again.

The seasons are changing swiftly it seems, but the wait has remained the same. Seeing all this, I feel very lonely now. Oh, how I miss you during these times!

Even though Grumpy is with me, I feel very lonely. Oh yes, your Grumpy-boy has been missing you as well. He keeps a keen watch at the gates that you may come and pet him like you always do. But every now and then he feels disappointed when the gates open and he cannot find you. He sees the milkman daily but not his master. I take him out for walks everyday so that I can comfort him during his lonely hours, and even pet him whenever I can, but he seems to love your petting more. I know exactly how he feels because that is what I am feeling right now.

Would you come home soon – if not for me, then for Grumpy? And for your maples that eagerly await you? And for the hummingbirds who might return after your arrival? And for the pond lilies that might bloom up again? And for the grapevines that might rise once more, and bear the grapes that you have always loved to eat? And for the rains that come searching for you and the rainbows that might form once you return? And for all those seasons when I have missed you? Would you come home soon?