O Dear D

Where was i when the memories are so fresh,

Their conversation and topics,

Somehow got me wondering,

As i gaze out in the dark night,

Wishing and hoping that i might get answer,

For i never knew about it all,

But they talked about it like i was there.

For what seems like years to me,

It was like yesterday to them,

The places that they go,

Also the absent of my presence,

How tiny can i be in their world,

Seldom i doubt that i even exist through their eye,

For then never did notice what is missing when i told them so.

A little part of my life i hold the most,

When no one have anyone to talked to,

As they vent their frustration toward me,

A listener that i am,

Bringing 1001 stories and secret,

While i seek for my own place of comfort,

Sadly when it turns out,

Only the solitary night has worth waiting for me.

This own stupidity i would blame,

The one sided love that i have for them,

Seems rather a shaky bridge,

O heart, o heart,

How is it you still can make it so strong,

When the flood in your own,

The broken wood and rotten rope that hold it,

As you smile ever so forgivingly,

When the next day do come.

O dear D, dear D,

Yet you know the truth and the story,

This much sacrifice that you already did,

Your happiness that i ask,

And wish for the heart that is so fragile,

When i should tell you to cry,

But i am forever yearn off the happiness that you picture,

Cause it was so pure although what you had is tainted.