If I were dead tomorrow,
the flowers will still bloom
the world goes on
someone will grieve
someone will regret
And I,
I will just be gone
and born again.
Morrie wanted serenity when he died
I suppose he got what he wanted
that is a blessing, well-deserved
"love each other, or die"
when I read this in my mother's bedroom's bathroom
ten years back
tears couldn't stop falling
so strong was my desire to be loved
amidst that dark gloomy era
hiding away, Morrie spoke to me
as if a real person took my hand and stroked it
the warmth, the genuineness
his presence
touched by an angel perhaps was I
on the nights where I cried into my economics ten-year-series
looking out into the darkness
I saw the street lamps lining the MRT line
gleaming, familiar
but the lights were starting to fuse in my world
tucked away in my little room, away in the corners of the library
I needed care and love
someone to listen to my silence departure
someone,
just one.
If only I spoke.
If I were dead tomorrow,
the material world wouldn't grieve
like a wave returning to the ocean,
I'm merely slushing
the relationships I have, no longer seem as dear
it feels almost as though they are no longer a part of me
in my dreadful self-pitying isolation
perhaps only my family
I owe it to them
I want them happy and happy forever
for they have given me so
as alive as they live in my heart
I miss them so
And so, I guess I won't be dead tomorrow
nor tomorrow of tomorrow
for I will grieve my loss
of the love I deserve
and the love they deserve from me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcnL2o385Gw
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