Poem I

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"Time passes by and so were you"


I woke up in this another chance,

my body ached with so much solitude

gaze myself at the mirror

trying to pull out straight every wrinkled lines

If I could drink those young fools,

I will gladly do so

but still death of my love will never let me.

I stood up, and took up my weary feet

across the window, I saw how the creator wanted you to live

but however,

All I could see was my dark greying years

it felt like

I'm just waiting for my brittle bones to turn cold

and even my feeble heart. hardened for that thought.

Dear, I am left alone in this lonely room

All of I've ever known

They still live life as if they've tasted it for the first time

they tasted it sweet and even better, they still have known it's bitterness.

They loved, because they still have that scorched lips of loving anyone

while, I myself an old fool

cannot even go outside of my lonely room.

Does an old heart of me could ever still feel the bittersweet of life?

maybe I just need to wait for the mourning to come and dragged me to its grave.

In this old house of mine,

where my husband who died in the savageness of war

felt and gave a love that I have never forgotten

but slowly in the running show

it became just a beautiful memory

and a lifetime of him shall I ever be grateful

but how little did we even have loved

when the war suddenly hardened their tongues?

and just a goodbye of us that was tearing apart

That's all I could ever feel of, more than just the memory of itself.

Again, I wanted to ask.

Does an old fool like me, shall ever be blessed of feeling alive again?

And suddenly,

at the back of the curtains

a resounding sound of laughter and an engine

mumbled in my ears.

That's when I saw you, walking out, still a young fool

have I ever felt to write myself again?

and that's how I've known that time can pass by anytime

but at that moment,

suddenly you came too.

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