a day to live

March '06

As I wake up in the morning

     and feel the whisper of the cold wind on my face,

it is you that I think of--

     wishing your day started with a smile,

     that charming smile that wrinkled you face.

As each moment passes by,

     I start to wonder if you're having a great time,

     hoping you are doing well,

     wishing you're more than just fine.

     praying... that you're more than just okay...

As the morning sun sets,

     I think of myself thinking of you...

     wondering why have I kept myself act like a fool.

     asking myself, "Haven't I had enough?"

     "Why can't I just give you up?"

     "Why can't I just let this feeling go?"

     "Why can't I just forget everything about you?"

But I only find myself staring blankly at everything I see

     because of one single fact that hunts me--

     forgetting you is next to impossibility.

As the night comes,

     I'd silently wish that you had a great day,

     had few laughs, shared few smiles

     and feel grateful for this day...

And as the world starts to turn for \a new day to begin,

     I creep into my bed with you face in my head;

     and the tears start to flow as I close my eyes and force myself to sleep

     with a prayer in my head--

          that you may be fine...

         and that I may be fine, too...

         that for the new day to begin, I won't be hurting again for missing you...