Monday.

First day of the week.

He was absent. Was he sick?

I took a glance at the empty chair.

How I wish he was sitting there.

I hope tomorrow I’ll get the chance to see him.

Cause a day is not a day without him.



Tuesday.

I came at school early,

Wanting to see him badly.

There was a sad smile coated on my face,

When I didn't see him at his usual place.

His chair was still empty.

What happened to him?

I have no idea.

I have no clue.

All I knew, I was feeling blue.

I tried to brush my thoughts away,

And just listened at the class all day.

I thought I’m okay,

That I was feeling fine.

But when I saw his chair empty,

I knew my smile was not happy.



Wednesday.

Crestfallen and disappointed.

He was still not here.

I could feel the emptiness in my mind.

Just like the empty chair in my behind.

I asked my classmates,

They just shrugged their shoulders.

I asked his friends, they don’t know why.

Soon my dark eyes began to cry.



Thursday.

Too many question popped in my head.

Frustrated and confused,

I committed a major offense.

I fled from school during recess.

I want to see him today,

To know the reason of that young man,

Why for four days he was gone.

There was no one in their house.

Only their old maid.

“Where could I find him?” I asked her.

She gave me a piece of paper.

I went home with a heavy heart.

It felt like my world was drifted apart.

I looked at the paper once again,

Tears fell down while reading them.

I don’t how to endure this kind of ache,

I kept on telling it was just a mistake.



FRIDAY.

Fresh flowers I brought,

I put them on the ground.

I smiled bitterly,

As I read his name in the tomb.

“I love you.”  I whispered.

I didn't hear anything in return.

“I love you!” I shouted.

Hoping he’ll answer me at ease.

But all I heard was the sound of the trees.

I cried again..

How many tears should I cry,

For him to come back?

For him to be with me again?

To feel his warmth.

To smell his scent.

To stare at his eyes.

It was too late.

Too late…



Saturday.

I wept until I could no longer feel the pain.



Sunday.

I did what I've done yesterday.



Monday..

I come to school.

Act as if nothing happen,

They asked me if I’m fine,

I nodded and smiled.  

While walking into our room,  

Wearing fake mask behind my gloom.

But tears fell again on my face,

When I didn't see him at his usual place.

I glance at the empty chair,

How I wish he was sitting there.

When will the day come
That you will look at me,
The way you look at her.

People tried to listen, cheered me up
Telling me it’s okay and I shouldn't give up
But they will never understand my situation
For a young heart, I felt this kind of desolation

Where were you during the times I feel sad?
When I had a problem and needed a dad.
You didn't find me during the days I'm in lost.
You weren't there when I needed you the most.

Where were you during the times I’m very happy?
When I wanted to hug you and say: “I got an A, daddy!”
I always wanted a man to share my smiles with
But I’m all alone here in this huge labyrinth

Where were you when darkness filled my sight?
When I needed you to be my source of light.
I've been longing in your arms since I was a child,
I waited years for you to be with me in my side.


Until I got tired of waiting for you
Now I know, your promises aren't true
I learned to stand alone wearing only one shoe on my feet,
Yes I could walk, I could run, yet I feel so incomplete

Where were you during the nights I couldn't sleep?
And all I could do is to sulk and to weep.
It flashes through my mind, our old midnight memories
When I was a kid, you were reading me bedtime stories

Where were you during the times I feel in pain?
When I got sick after I played in the rain.
I’m not feeling well and wished for a father's care,
Yet I didn't see you. You were not there.

Where were you during the times I cry?
When everything's not fine and I wanted to die
All you did was to turn my hopes down,
When my only wish is to have you around

Where were you when I compose this poem tonight?
I bet you don’t have any idea that I could even write
I looked at the old photograph of us
It’s sad to know that this picture will be the last.

I've been asking and asking myself always,
Why didn't you return when there was still a space?
Now it's too late and no amount of embrace,
Can take away the sadness and tears on my face.

Lost in the sea of fires
Hearing people mourns and cry
Can’t find the way to escape
For it is dark inside
Scorching and daunting
I could hear people screaming
While evil spirit’s laughing  
I met kinds of demon
Devils that would summon
They all have creepy smiles
Ominous and dark eyes
They own a sinister face
I want to get out from this place
I don’t know why I ended in this land?
I can’t comprehend what happen
I do not understand
All I remember was
I got hit by the bus
And as I open my eyes
I got lost in the sea of fires