Watching the world pass him by

The gentle wind blows his thinning hair. He sits down on the garden chair, and looks over the fence. He rests his elbow on the stone table. The cars whizzed by, the drivers busy rushing for their next appointment. He wonders if any drivers has so much glanced in his direction and noticed his existence. Probably not. The world is too busy to stop for moment for him.

When was the last time he got out of the home and walked in the streets? When was the last time he had a purpose in life? All these he can't remember. He only remembers being alone. Oh yes, his wife. Where is she? He tries to remember, but all that he manages to see is his wife looking at and that saddness in her eyes that never seemed to go away.

He hears a young, male voice in the background. He spins around, quicker than he thought he could manage. The excitement and hope builds up. His heart leaped, and then he felt disappointment. It is his friend's son. He turns back again to look at the traffic, feeling the usual feelings. He knows these feelings too well. He tried not to brood over it, he knows that after a while, the feeling will subside. His son... where is he? Is he doing fine? Does he already have another child?

He feels beads of sweat collecting at his temples. The sun is starting to get hot. He walks slowly back to his room. It is nearing lunchtime and the nurse should be coming soon.

Outside, the people continue to go about doing their things, but time has stopped for him since he stepped into the home. He looked out of the grilled window, watching the world pass him by.