Diary Entry

 My name is Thomas Hardy and it's the first time I write here. I am very sad because some days ago my wife Emma died.

 Today I wrote a poem called " The voice", It's about how much I miss and love Emma.

 In the poem I wrote that I heard Emma's voice yesterday. I have a lot of hope to see her again. I am very happy, if I see her again, I would like to see her as at the begining of our relationship, she was the best girlfriend. If I see her again I will be the happiest person.

Time has passed by and now, I realise that it was not Emma the ones who talked to me ,I am loosing the hope of seeing her again because I think it was the wind