Thursday 19 November 2009

that was our last meeting

i felt the rain drops in my skin,
face skin, so wet that i can hide my tears among it.
i'm glad to be alive, eventhough with this wet skin.
i wish this rain could also drop in his face,
so at least i don't see hum crying.

I often wonder why he has to cry,
cause i think he is strong,
neither any death of anyone could possibly make him cry.
because somehow, he forbids any tears in his life.

Tonight, i see him crying..
no too loud, but it was quite hard.
it was like reflecting his deepest heart.
that he is sad.

What is sadness?
"when i don't see you smile"
but this is the raindrop, not tears.
"really, good then.."

i wonder if that was our last meeting,
our last ice cream,
our last movie, our last meal
our last hug.

that was sweet,
cause i think more mouth will kill us,
so i chose to enjoy and save
every memories

i talk to God tonight,
whereas he talks to God tonight, either.
i smiled, glanced at every flash of the light
I smiled feels like i see tomorrow,

a time where i believe
that there's only a hug
a hope, a high..
a love.

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