Five days.
That's all we have left to spend time with each other before you go.
What could possibly happen in such a span of time?
Perhaps we could lay down and spend each day cuddled in bed.
Or we could set certain time each day to meet and have a picnic
Or we could watch different movies, eat popcorn or bags of chips.
Struggle to find more ways to freeze time.
It's easy to think of ways to spend time while we still can.
But it's never easy to brush aside the fact that one day, that day would finally come.
Work has prevented me from doing what we should have done together.
Yet you wanted it so, telling me, "it's better this way".
It's easy to smile and say "perhaps you are right".
Silently choking the urge to cry.
Five days. Now down to one.
In a few hours, you shall bid me goodbye.
I don't want to cry, but tears begin to fall.
I want to hold on to all those memories, good or bad
To those times we took for granted,
Those times we spent with each other.
Not knowing that one day, one of us have to leave.
I thought I am used to goodbyes.
I don't want to accompany you at the airport.
I don't want last kisses or hugs.
But I will shed a tear when you turn your back.
Because deep in our hearts, we both know how we feel,
And even if it hurts, we have to face our fate.



