Table for One.

it's been so long since we've talked.

face to face, over a restaurant table, or anything of the similar sort,

nice cosy ambience, pretty good food,

enjoyed your presence, i've always did.

talking about issues of life, of the heart,

of the past, present and future,

we knew each other well.

it was a good balance; neither side was over-familiar nor clueless about each other.



days, weeks, months and years passed.

an empty seat always daunts right in front of me as i stop and stare.

a reservation for two, usually left for one,

time goes so much slower, painstakingly breathless.

seated by the window, along the shopping aisle,

people walk pass; they come and they go.


i'm glad that life is going on an upslope for you,

with new friends, brothers, and a better knitted family,

who cares for you, and possibly understands you better.

how you want your social life, how you manage it, it is your prerogative,

unless you ask for an opinion, i'd say no one can do anything to change it.


i close my eyes, shut from this world,

i see myself, and i say "maybe it's just better that way."



many things resign to history,

but yet my conviction to you, will stand for eternity.

people question if such a will could really last,

but i believe that my heart has already died to seal this covenant back then.



nothing will change my love for you,

not even the warmth that i long to give as well.

go, and live your life a happy man,

taking into consideration of relationships as a whole, above the rights which you once had.

you're a child of God; a servant who esteems others above oneself, careful with words, and an open lamp to all.

yet again, this calling is to be lived out with a matter of choice at hand.

may the truth abide in you, and you in it.



whenever you need me, i'll be there.

a promise that i've made,

and i'll never take back.

no matter how small and unworthy to be with you, i'll do whatever i can,

to be your best friend.