"mama..."
When I think of you, I picture that one time we sat in the sand at night and we star gazed.
We listened to your favorite song all night,
Making up our own constellations,
Chit-chatting about random stuffs,
None of us wanted to let you go.
I was happy back then,
You seemed happy as well,
If only I had known that would be the last time, I saw you.
The last time I would get to hear your laugh. Oh, how I miss that laugh.
I don't know if I will ever forgive you for choosing to leave me the way you did,
but I do know that I will always love you.
And I'm still waiting for your ghost to start haunting me.
YOU ARE READING
An ako Mirasol
PuisiReal life isn't neatly divided into a sequence of stories where each one has definite end. So, the question of whether or not real life has happy endings is moot. It really just depends... which moment you want to call it "endings".
