Traffic Light
The light turned green, two cars drove out
a change of shades, a twist of fate,
one stopped, it didnt quite make it,
a blur as the other made for speed.
Two cars, alas different paths-
Yet they moved with purpose
speedily, steadily, though change of shades too many
Alas, still two cars on the same road to paradise.
i know we are heading for different paths. i hate this. i hope we will meet one day. but maybe it's heaven's will that we'll not cross each other's paths again. it'll be the first, as well as the last time. i'm glad you were by my side once. i'm greedy. i want it to be forever. but i'll never happen again. maybe now, i can only look at you from afar and i'm satisfied with it.
i still have not let go of soooo many things. it's abt 3 years yet it's still lingering in my mind. i dunno whether to call it sentimental, or stupidity. haiz.