A minute and an hour have slipped by,
Yet here I stand, still, at the tower high
Even I can't remember why I'm here,
Waiting for someone or something that I could feel

Missing someone's presence,
Waiting for someone's existence,
Hoping I can recall the vision of you,
Thinking all night if the person on my phone were you.

The accident happened a year ago,
Obstructing our love's existence,
Locking away my memories,
And it seems easy to let you go.

Finally, my memories returned to me,
Freedom felt as they broke free.
I wish your existence were just like my memories,
It could vanish, but would still return to me.
But you're now with someone, and you're his lovely bride-to-be.




© Chye