Standing in the middle of white tent
I watched as they lay you down
closed eyes and pale blue lips
sinking lower to the demanding of gravity.And when i stand nearer and nearer
all those flashbacks dancing infront of me
Your sweet scent hugging me at my lowest
Or the random poetry you put inside my bento
Or the frown when my tears fall.And when i watered the soil that hiding you from me
I pray that you lived the happiest.
I pray that I prayed earlier for your happiness
I pray that I prayed hard for your happiness.And when I leave the sacred place that weakened my knees,
my tears feel dried thinking of ways I should save you,
thinking of those deadly cells attacking the many you,
thinking of you calmly holding my sweaty hand even when you forgot who i am.And I fall again and again,
thinking of our promises that we made in the AM,
that we will contribute something for this country
that you and i are going to rock this world together
that you and i are going to bring havoc together.Because in every little atomic reasons i lived,
There will always be your name in the same sentence.So i look back,
at the different realm you're now standing,
And i will never watch your eyes become old,
I will never watch the way your black hair turn grey
I will never snapped at you when you steal my notes,
I will never, never, never,
say your name the same way again.During those times the machines become your bestfriend,
You said to me, that you're tired.
During those times, medicine become nothing to you
you said to me, that you want me to breathe for you.
During those times you cried because you forgot my name,
you said to me, your heart will remember me even when your brain stop.For now that the gravity has chained you tight,
and the pulse that wont play the melody stays,
and the fingers that are way too cold for a pianist,
and the smile that are froze by pale lips;I learned from my mistakes,
I prayed for you now everyday.Always in my memory.
Always in my heart.Sincerely,
-a.

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