I can't stop thinking about you whenever I
try to type something
when I want to say "damn I need sleep it's nearly 4am"
I'd start to think of how you said "at the end of December, I am just going to rest"
when you kept giving signs
again and again
even to the very end, but it still couldn't save you
at the convenience store, I can't stop thinking about how it was the last place you'd been
I wonder if someone had called you and held you tight through the phone
would it had been enough for you to stay?
when it was too hard but you still continued to smile anyways
when it was hurting uncontrollably but being the selfless person that you are, you still had others in mind
all the tears that flown and all the string of words that broke
would've been more than enough to build a pair of wings and hold you ground
only if it was possible
it's hard to imagine your flesh rotting in the deep ground
when all that remains are bones that're being eaten away
the heart that was covered in smoke is now reborn in a brand new life
hopefully it's less painful that the one you bore when you could still breathe
hopefully someday it'll bring you back to here
where you're much more happier
in a form where you recognise us and vice versa
where you no longer have to bear any pain alone because you know you have us to reach out to
just like the way you did before
your being mayn't be physical
one where it's easy to see
but it's everywhere
through the music you live
on, and for eternity
YOU ARE READING
clouds
Poetrythoughts I have when I miss them, writing it all down so I won't forget it just like the way I'll never forget them foreword: I'm in no way using the tags to gain more attention for myself. I'm hoping my writing could bring some sense of closure to...
