Flabbergast
They said, it's okay to cry
But the stains, they linger on
Like a memory etched in stone,
painfully worn out by incessent,
tumultous weather.
But omnipresent nonetheless.
I long for those rides
To school.
Where time elapses at the flutter of an eyelid,
Whilst we had our awkward, but meaningful conversations
Even as the car moved
Like a slow-burning candle.
I long for dinner
Conversations.
Where I would whine and cry
Refusing to eat my vegetables,
And you would promptly proceed to shove it
Down my throat.
I long for those
Bathtime moments.
Where you would scrub me clean,
Even as I tried my best to resist.
Like all kids do at that age
Anyway.
I long for those times
At the beach.
Where you would throw screaming me,
Goggles and all, into the sea
In your bid to teach me, how to swim
Though I was terrified, of the raging waves.
You wanted me to overcome my fear
Can you now help me, overcome this hurt?
I long for those
Nights.
Where you would visit us,
Smuggling treats, like Vitagen
and chocolates
Through the metal grille, which separated us.
And which still does, to this day.
However painful it is to reminisce,
They are, and will, remain as memories.
What if, things hadn't turn out the way they do?
It doesn't have to be this way.
Rant 9:27 PM of Azmie
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