Wandering the road, the cold wind that embraces me,
heading to the place where we first met.
Your hand clasped to mine, glimpsing the smile,
and your deep, fascinating voice that captures my heart.
Singing our favorite song in chorus
making our trip unforgettable.
The miles we traveled are nothing to the happiness
we felt when we're together.

Rustling of the leaves, calming and refreshing surroundings.
Both we sat under the tree, having some picnic
and spending a day free from thoughts and negativity.
Spending time through reading books
written by the author we both loved.
Sharing opinions and expressing concern
about issues in society that interest us.

And now, it's been a year since you left me.
I remember...
We were both excited to see each other that day.
Wearing my red dress, elegant heels and jewelries
you bought and told me to wear.
Walking from side to side trembling,
craving for your hugs and kisses.
My lips curved, my heart palpitated as your name popped up
in my phone telling me you are here already.
From afar, I saw you, holding a bouquet
and a box.
Running to you, calling your name,
exchanging I love you's.
It's painful...
I felt like I was about to collapse as I sat next to your body lying in the middle of the road,
caressing your cheek, feeling your tears on my hands,
mixed with red liquid and I saw the ring fall out from the box.