Just a missing note,

Sunday, March 10

you know
the nights when you
just look up the skies
and your teary eyes, you pretend

you pretend to smile
as if you are happy
and feels good

but no one ever know
what you really feels inside

so the memories hunt you back
and your heart aches like the last day,
you still remember how the pain kills you

and you stood there in the middle
look up again at the skies
and you hear the voice
whispered at you

i'm still here--
i'm still here and not going anywhere.

(i hope you are reading this)