It’s like a door shuts on my face,
Like being doused with cold water.
I literally paused to collect myself,
But all I could think of is –
“Why the lack of farewell?”
True it’s a great show of consideration,
You mentioned “every man has to go”
But still this nagging won’t falter,
Nor the sadness that steadily swells –
“Why, oh why did you quietly go?”
That’s two years away from the lime light,
Two years without seeing you in an act,
Two years of following a mandatory fact,
Two years. Two. Long. Years.
That I hope to pass by in a flash.
I supposed “re-watches” could fill the void,
Even those ones that I was all annoyed.
Of course let’s not forget those I’ve enjoyed,
Watching you as a baker, a designer – flower boy;
That was all worth “squeeing” for.
Of course there’s those few songs you sang,
A few, oh so rare music videos,
And not to mention fan made ones;
I’ll get to hear you, I’ll get to see you,
Though a repeat, not a new one.
Mooning over photos’ another option,
Drowning in all the cuteness,
Squealing with all the hotness,
Easily interchangeable and pulled off
Depending on you holding some food and not.
Right, I’m finally sober, I kinda saw a light,
Well a vision of an all manned up you that is.
A glimpse of something that’s yet to come,
Until then I’ll pray for your good health,
Until then, until you come back – I’ll be waiting.