I still held that piece of paper,
crumled over and over in hands.
The words written was your name
and your poem-
the last poem you wrote.
The first verse:
"You're afraid.
You're scared that they'll leave you all alone.
All alone by yourself to suffer. Just like he did."
I listened to our song again, did you know that?
Your new 'favorite song.'
It sends me back to the past-
to the time when I hid my face
and treated myself as if I were inhuman.
At the same time,
I could see myself holding your hand.
I sit here, all alone,
in the darkness,
in the cold
of the airport.
I just sat there, waiting for you to come.
I know it's stupid
because you were never going to come.
You live thousands of miles away
and I didn't even get the chance to see your face.
These are not tears
spilling down my cheeks-
I will not be weak-
never again.
Why did you have to leave?
