The rumbling thunder in distance,
Kept reminding me of forgotten words,
Spoken by your cherry lips, like,
“When are you coming back?”
What if the answer is “Never.”?

Those sounds of door opening and closing,
Resembles us,
Closing in the gap of hopeless future,
Opening the space to emptiness.

The rain pattered on my window,
Pages from history turned mellow,
Flipping endlessly back and front,
Back to days with you,
Front to see more tears of mine.

“Remember that day,”
Mum’s voice broken like a porcelain doll,
“A friend of yours whom made you thousand stars,”
She looked away,
Knowing she lost me when I lost her.

When I realized,
A million words could not bring you back,
I was late to even say goodbye,
You,
Sleeping on a field of eternal flowers.

Memories came flying back,
With wings attached,
Showing me fond moments you gave me,
And that once beautiful life.

“The day you smiled,” you said,
A smile so serene,
“Is the day I gain sunshine,” I said,
Your hands enclosed within your heart,
“But I had to leave you,” you said.