Treasured sepia toned images of
you and me in your little Alfa Romeo
Long quiet drives through
the crowded streets of Kuala Lumpur
In the nineties, we were young and free
No questions asked ,why should we?
Late Friday nights in quiet bistros
Red wine,intimate conversations on what matters most
Fingers met with a fleeting kiss on the lips
Days like this, who guessed it could end?
That stormy afternoon we met
On the lofty heights of KLCC, we stared
Into the horizon of grey unhappy clouds
Silently,I thought is this the begining of goodbye?
We hung in the hope , for better days
Somehow fate won and we parted ways
Letting go of us was the hardest thing
Dared not ask but was it ever love?
Not the best poem effort but it is written for a friend whom I have known for decades and has seen me in different stages in life . I too have seen him change from an awkward boy that he was to the man he is now with many accomplishments. Like one of lines from “Seasons in the Sun” truly he has seen me”skin my heart and skin my knees” so many times
Being in different parts of the world where I now only get to see him for a few hours once a year (if I am lucky)for a catch-up really suck because for the rest of year I do not get to share with him what happens in my life or hear about his and what I miss so much is laughing with him.
He has never been the perfect friend and has dissapointed me on a few occassions but he is who he is and despite how angry I can get at him at times, I would not trade him for anything in this world.
x nota hati