I’m trying to talk to you in a way that only your soul and I would ever understand but I got distracted with the crowd.
Every one of us has a different dimension of overwhelming stories with you
And I envy how you have a bunch of friends and supportive loved ones
While all I have is you.
I know you’re listening to everyone's confession all at ones
But please spare a glance to hear mine.
My knees can’t even bear to walk toward you for I’m afraid to remember every detail of your meticulous dress and how you wear your bewitching makeups.
I want to scream against the mumbling noises and wailing voices
But who am I, I’m just the one among your friends.
I’m just the one who read the lyrics of your cries but never dare to write back to motivate you up.
What a shame that I forgot on how I should act on my role,
I ran out of lines and forgot how to cry.
Though everyone is offering their share of memory-filled tears and smiling cheers
But I just can't cry.
I'm lost. Lost while still trying to believe that I’m here wordlessly witnessing
The day of your funeral.
Dian Cortez