"Sometimes, in the morning, I imagine you are here my darling. I walk to the window and look down at the garden. As I watch the bees gathering pollen, or the birds feeding at their bird table, I imagine you walking there as you always do. I can almost see your footprints in the grass. It is so real that I cry when I remember your beauty." John reached for his tea and drank deep. One of the cafe staff appeared at his side. "Would you like something to eat?" she asked. John looked up her uncomprehendingly. "Pardon?" he said. The woman looked at him, suddenly embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry," she muttered and quickly vanished behind the counter. Only then did John realise he was crying. He stood quickly and left the cafe, dabbing at his eyes with his handkerchief.
