Friday, December 16, 2011

110

it's good friends like them that make me believe compassion still exist.
thankful for their support. thankful for them.
would have collapsed.
i don't need words of comfort.
just knowing that they are a phone call away is sufficient.

i know there are alot of shouldas. but i did my best.
i saw him at his best. i saw his last smile.
wherever he is right now, i believe he could hear my goodbye.

gong, i know you could still see and hear us.
somehow i believe that you are still around us.
a part of me wished this was just a bad dream. that he was just sleeping.
but no matter how much i willed him to wake up,
he won't ever.
the gong that i love will never smile at me again.

i know i won't bear to see him go. i won't bear to say goodbye.
but, a part of him will always be in my memory.
no matter what,
you'll always be my beloved gong.
no matter what happens,
i promise you.

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