Poskad dari UK

I came home today only to find a UK-stamped postcard on my desk. I know who sent this to me. I looked at the date, it was dated on Feb 2nd. It came just after a week we had a fight over the phone. It wasn't actually a fight. It was more like a punching-bag-training-session (as Lisa would put it). I felt like I am being hammered here. Stumped.

I hate to say this but I guess I just miss her. Considering what we had (although we were not even a couple), the telephone conversations, the postcards, the letters and the pictures. Sigh. No more phonecalls from UK, no more emails from her, no more message from her.

Although the postcard created a glimpse of hope to myself but I must abandon this hope. This must be forgotten as much it will inflict another sense of loss to me again if I dare to pursue it. The dispute between us seems not quite resolved. And for that, I shall bid a farewell to this lady - she who has special place in my heart.

I wrote this for her one day after we had 'unresolved argument'.

People Come & People Go
every minute and every hour
people come and people go
for when they will come back
we will never know

the only thing we can pray
is for them to stay
for how long we will never know
only until on the day they will go

people come and people go
let's pray happiness and joy they find
if someday they will know
how much we miss them fine
hopefully they will drop a line