I'd like to know the reason why,
There is, exists a sad goodbye,
Heart aches and eyes will cry,
Missing you is hard to get by.
My lips are tight and very dry,
Dreading to bid another goodbye,
No matter how hard I try and try,
I just can't say, I wonder why.
I look up high into the sky,
Trying to trace the route you fly,
Sudden thought comes gliding by,
You have to go, that's to comply.
Missing a sibling,
16th April, 2011
*I dedicate this poem to my beloved sister who left for Manchester (again) yesterday morning. It's been 4 years that she plied between England and Malaysia. She's the closest to me and saying goodbye is really the hardest thing to say. She used to tell me the beauty of the city she's staying at and other cities, too. Other than that she talked about the beautiful flowers that bloom in spring, summer that isn't as warm as here, what it looks like in autumn and one of the unforgettable experiences, when her nose bled in winter. That was when she missed home here so much and thought of the warm tropical climate.
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