What I have left to live for
Since you're gone
Is just the memories of your warmth
That passed through my hands,
My arms, my body;
What I have left to live for
Now that I'm all alone
Is just the ghost of your smile
Lighting up the dark corners of this room.
What I have left to live for
Everyday since you left
Is to stand on the street we used to walk,
Hoping you would suddenly appear
The next time I look up;
What I have left to live for
Cannot fill up the hole you left
When you took my heart away
In the deep of an unfinished refrain.
I could pretend that nothing happened
When someone asks me about you,
Saying you're just a fleeting romance.
But if my heart had a say,
Knowing what's true,
It would cry out your name again and again
Till it breaks into a million shattered pieces...
What I have left to live for
Now and evermore
May not be quite the same as before;
What I have left to live for,
Unless you reappear at my door,
Would be all that I draw each breath for.
Friday, August 01, 2008
"What I Have Left To Live For"
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how are you my dear friend--- it has been rather silent at your end..
Hello dear, thanks for dropping a line. Been having a little downtime as you can see. But mostly just due to an uninspired life.
Hope things are well as can be for you. We don't get to meet nowadays. I hope that will change soon.
You write as one breathes, seamlessly without ostentacious display. It takes my breath away.
when will u be back in malaysia.. or rather when do u plan to take some time off and visit me in germany. maybe u just need to get new inspirations!
Adelaine dear, I'll be due back in March, dropping by Singapore on my way home. Looks like some serious shopping is in order... And one of these days now, I'm gonna leave everything behind and traverse Europe. Too bad the eggs in my basket aren't hatching fast enough to afford me the luxury!
You spoke too highly of me, Shandi. I only tend to worry my friends by versifying such dismal emotions!
Oh I wouldn't say I spoke too highly. Those who can whisper words to life from both sorrow and joy reflect a precious place in the heart of God.
There is something lovely in creating beauty from ashes..
ahh.. come.. just jump sometimes and wings will follow...
Thank you, Shandi. I'm uncertain of whether there is beauty in my pile of ashes. But more than anything my poems always helped me achieve a state of equilibrium that I can't afford to enjoy otherwise.
Dear Adelaine, I fear I just don't have the Wright brothers in me... gravity eats me for breakfast.
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