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Jun 2014
The cricket sang a sad song tonight.
I never understood what he was saying.
All I heard was mere chirping
but I knew it sang a sad song.

The night was cold
and an old man was sleeping in the couch.
The TV was left on, leftover food was on the table
and the old man was snoring.

On the other room,
An old woman was sleeping on her bed.
Her eyes were now dry with tears she just shed,
the lamp left on, her eyeglasses on the side table
and the old woman was sound asleep.

The cricket sang  a sad song tonight.
I never understood what he was saying.
All I heard was mere chirping
but I knew it sang a sad song.

The night was warm.
A middle aged man who had a beard was looking at his things,
trying to figure out what should go to the bin.
Old photos stacked on his lap, a few movie tickets he held,
an old rusty ring
and memories of the past that he wanted to bring back.

The night was warm.
A middle aged woman who had long wavy hair sat outside her house,
stars under her, the moon shining bright.
The woman was under the light yet she felt otherwise

The cricket sang a sad song tonight.
I never understood what he was saying.
All I heard was mere chirping
but I knew it sang a sad song.

Because somewhere, where the cricket sings,
hearts are broken and left untended.
Because somewhere, where the cricket sings,
people leave people, nothing being said
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