Windowsill.

Windowsill.

The wind,
Gushes through the trees.
Pierces through the windowsill.
Blows through my ears.
Calmly as I felt.
The darkness of loneliness.
Against all the sound and speak of other people.
Everything faded to blue.
Melancholic, all images of life became abstract.
Life is only once they say.
Though we may see each other in afterlife,
Life is only once they say.
So much promises to fulfill.
So many words to say.
So many things to do.
But between you and me.
Are like satellites and earth.
Passing by the same place.
But never to exchange promises.
All I had about you.
Was only memories.
Of a person who are never to return.
Slowly, fading away.

Asyraf Amir. 20131310.