Category : Poems

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Remember how we first met
Remember our first conversation
When you asked my name
When you said your name
You were so lovely
Like a gentleman you introduced yourself 
We talked about Hemingway and lot of fairy tales story
We weren't that drunk to create such a new story
I wasn't so high to take another sip
You were sober enough to watch me sing and dance
We were just breathe and relax, enjoying our moment
Till the story ended too soon
Everything is not on the right place 
It still doesn't make sense
You're just gone, like that
Something in the dark was telling me
That you can feel me crawling up on your skin
You can see me everywhere in your head
In your imagination
Your mother were telling you to come home
But you didn't pick up the phone
Where will you go now?
Where will you hide now?
You have no where to go
The pain you were dealing with,
I've been through lot more than you've ever think
The pain you were trying to hide from everyone,
I've felt it but I refused myself to live in denial
I'm not running away from one place to another
So, take some medication
Pick up the phone
Then tell her that you are ready to go home.
- Vivian Lin