“Under the tree”

I saw him standing alone under the tree.

And I wondered what he was doing there.

But I didn’t have the courage to ask.

I saw him there the next day and the one after that.

But I never gathered the courage to ask.

What was he doing there?

And then one day I never saw him again.

He was gone.

Just like that.

I never saw him again.

And I will always regret not having the courage to ask him.

What was he doing, standing under that tree every day?

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