He tells his parents that he loves them
No matter how much they laugh,
No matter how much they say they know.
Even when he is an adult living alone
He wants it to be shown
That no matter how old, he could remind them
That they were the reason why he had a home,
Why he never gave up and always had hope.
He knows that when they argued, they just wanted him to know
That they cared,
That they didn’t want him to be someone whom they would fear.
So everyday no matter what the age or year,
“I” keep on telling my parents that I love them
Because one day,
They won’t be here to hear.
Each day flies away as this fake smile slowly decays.
A bland expression choosing to stay.
With nothing else to say.
These emotions of mine disappearing every single day.
As people ask if I am okay.
My only excuse would be “I”m just a little bit tired today.”
But later that night I will do the same.
And bring out a pen and paper to write down the many things I wanted to say.
So that in the morning, I can repeat the same things that happened yesterday.
She says she wants to die.
He sits there ready to cry.
No where to go.
No where to hide.
Their lives left behind.
But there is always time.
Time to find those who will be by their side.
Those who care when they cry.
And those who don’t want them to die…
The days pass by.
Each month saying goodbye and hi.
Soon the years grow wings and fly.
The passing of time, never willing to die.
And never wanting to abide.
It holds the truths that hide.
But time will tell as the days pass by…