It was February

It was February.
You smiled at me.
You were laughing.
You were happy.
With Her.

It was February.
When my world came crashing down on me.
When I broke down.
When I cried.
For you.

It was February.
You let me go.
You let me go.
You let me go.
For I will never let you go, if you didn't.

It was February.
I learned how to be happy for the one you love.
I learned that love only means love.
I learned that I am infact happy to see you happy.

It was February.
It was March. April. May. June. July. August. September. October.
I stand up and say I'm alright.
I am.
I am.
I am.

But..

It was last night.
When I heard your voice on the phone.
When you laughed.
When you teased me.
When you told me a joke.
When you told me you're coming today.

I realize, I am not alright after all.

- Letting go is hard, man!

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