Here I am, unaccompanied as I walk to the church.
Gazing at the roses blooming at the facade.
Feeling envy to the water vapor as it touches the rosy petals.
They're too sweet that it make me feel sad.
All of a sudden, I bethink of you and me.
We were so happy that everyone could see.
We eat together, play together, walk together, dream together.
But What happened to us? It seems now that we're stranger to each other.
You are the half of my heart. Without you, I won't make it through.
You are the air that I breathe every single second of my life.
You are the soul that shelters through the haven of my humanity.
What will I be without you? Who am I without you?
You are like a cheerleader who always lead me in a positive way.
You are like an angel who is always there through good and bad, up and down.
But what have I done in return? Did I make you happy?
Or are you in sorrow being with me?
Before, I cannot ideate what is it like without you.
No one would find a perfect word to describe the feeling being far from you.
Even painters cannot delineate how this sombreness invades my love for you.
Though I feel the weariness down to the core, I will still stand firm and say how much I love you.
As the water vapor condensates into water droplets, and slowly slide through the rose's petals.
And together with the tears from my deepest being, I say to myself I will wait for you.
Maybe someday, you'll learn how to love me again.
And by that day, I already know that it takes two to Tango.
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