I wonder
What are you?
You exist once
and you planted within me pink seed
that you watered everyday with genuine smile and wit
and the seed turn to a tiny seedling
a beautiful tiny seedling
a miniature you
Then, you are gone
no more smile, no more wit
and the tiny seedling tend to wilt
but I tried to protect it
using what left of you
memories
like petals falling from the tree
as time goes by only few left
until it ceased to none
The tree of memories had been long naked
and you had long slipped my mind
so did the miniature you
Now, I ask you again
What are you?
You exist again in my sleeps
in the form of the miniature you
as if you try to nurture
the long forgotten seedling
and make me confuse all over again
Must I remind you?
The seedling had long wilted
and so did the tree of memories
Wait
I think I know what you are
All this while I'd been tortured by your facade
because I don't have the heart
to pull the wilted seedling out of me
I knew now
you had been hiding
within the long root of the tiny plant all this while
haunting me like a ghost
so, this is you
and I knew now
when I look at you
the real you
the time has come
to really end what left of you
So
so long miniature you
the empty space you leave will be taken
and this time
I shall be happy.
