Weary [PJM]

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i turn my back,

planning to walk away.

but i can't.

i clenched my fists,

as i feel the bitterness you are having too.

why am i being like this?

i could just walk pass you.

i could just pretend that i didn't saw you.

i could just act like the other people do.

but i can't.

so i turn my body to face you,

to walk towards you,

as i sat beside you.

hearing you cry gives me pain.

why?

just why?

gently, i hold onto your hand.

it is cold.

it is weak.

it makes me want to protect you more.

i thought you are going to get rid of me again,

but you didn't.

"i'm here." i started speaking.

even though you're not replying,

i know you can hear me.

"so just cry." i said,

by hearing that,

you hold onto my hand too.

"gwaechanh-a." i said, "everything's going to be fine."

and it made you cry even more.

mianhae,

im sorry,

i only came when it's too late,

when you are falling apart already.