music from another room
i was crying.
nothing went as planned.
in the end,
i wonder,
how will it work out?
the most i can do is pray.
if things are meant to happen,
they will happen.
if not,
i will wait
for as long as i must.
for whatever it is
i am meant to wait for.
even if it is difficult.
as it initially is.
you were there
and i was here.
so close,
yet so far.
this is like
music from another room.
i cannot hear the music
but i do continue to sing.
so when we see each other again,
it will be like,
perhaps as if,
we never skipped a beat,
and are still in tune
with one another.
i believe
this is like
music from another room.
i have to.
