One/Wind_Rivers

- category: observation -

Just a poem I did a long time ago but yet always too lazy to put up. This is basically my feelings of being left behind by my friends who decide to move out of town or get on with the next chapter of their lives. I miss you all, but you will always have a special place in my heart.

*Photo copyrighted by Christian Hadidjaja.

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And now it's time for you to go
Leaving me behind in this vast grassland
The wind blows furiously
The rivers flow calmly.

We used to play together here
You, me, and many others
Then one by one, we move on
with reasons fleetingly similar and painful.

"My friends are not here anymore."
"This is not my calling."
"I cannot advance further here."
"I don't like being the one left behind."

And then it's your turn to make a choice
We stand hand by hand, facing a branched paths in the forest
No premonition, but as I let go of your hand, I know
The road that beckons you to tread on
is the one I am reluctant to follow.

It's like a conditioned response really
As your figure gets smaller and smaller past the horizon
The more sorrowful my weepings become.

But then I close my eyes as you dissapear
The pain gets almost too overflowing
Should I be the one left behind?
I stand rooted trembling, tears flowing back to Mother.

The wind blows furiously
The rivers flow calmly.

But as much as I dislike this feeling
I need this painful reminder from time to time
to understand the meaning of "loss"
The human feeling called loneliness.

Ah, but then I'm never completely alone
He is always before me
This small voice at the back of my head
"Be not afraid" it whispers softly.

I open my eyes, alone in this vast field.
The wind blows furiously
The rivers flow calmly.

Someday I'll know the reason of my existence
Someday I'll know why we have to move on
But of course, you and I
If we still have time in the world,
Someday we'll meet again.

Then perhaps the phantoms of the past still ingers
You, me, and many others.
Laughing, playing together freely...

The wind blows furiously
The rivers flow calmly
And I turn my back
walking away from the path you take.


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