Wednesday, September 19, 2012


I'm tired of waiting for that
One special day where
I can finally see and speak to you,
That one day later in life where
You're right here, right beside me again.
Yet... Later never comes.

I long for the moment to go back to where
My eyes were transfixed on your back,
Your body blocking out the harsh and cruel
Things the world had to offer to me.
The protection, the shield that I need so desperately right now,
Where is it?

I yearn for the day when my world becomes balanced again.
When you're right by my side, within arm's reach.
I crave for those memories to become reality once more,
And for these tears to be replaced with smiles.
I wish for the day when I can joyfully call you my father again
Without the limitations of death to stop me.
If only I didn't want these things to happen so much.
Maybe then the "later" would come sooner.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012


A simple hello.
A wave here, a wave there.
These things don't make us friends.

If “friends” are made through greetings
That any person could do to anyone
They had met earlier in the years,
Doesn't that make everyone friends?
What would you call those friends
That are /truly/ your friends then?

Although I want to believe that
We are more than just acquaintances,
The fact that our interactions are
Nothing but greetings makes me
A bit nervous.
Maybe one of these days one of us
Will strike up a conversation in which
We can both chat and talk about our lives.