i lose a pair of my favorite shoe...
In life, it is normal that someone will came, someone will leave. Some will return but others may not.
When I was six or seven, I had a friend. I can't recall his name but I remember some of the memories that we've share. Happy and sad. I remember those times that we're playing under the mango tree near our godparents' house. Yes, we have the same godparent and he's living with them. I also remember the time he left without bidding goodbye (There I realised that he was only having his vacation). That was one of the painful memories that I have because I lose my best friend that time. I felt so alone, I also have other friends that time but we're not that close.
Losing a friend is like losing a pair of your favourite shoe. Yes, you can buy another one, even a more beautiful one but still it's not the same as the first one. I gained new friends after he left but still they are not him. They aren't the one whom I've played under that old mango tree, they aren't the one who comforted me every time I was down. They are the one I'm with right now but not before. I'm so lucky to have my friends right now, especially the 3JELI, but still I am wondering if things will be the same as it is right now if he didn't left.
It's much harder to move on when you lose a friend than when you lose your girlfriend or boyfriend. He moved away, literally, since technology is not the same right now as before, we don't have any communication that cause our friendship to end. Our friendship ended on the eyes and minds of others but in my heart it'll stay with the memories that we've shared, and I am still hoping that we'll see each other again, someday.
My Little Childhood Friend
Here I am again in the place I used to stay
Under the old mango tree, where we used to play
The tree that witnessed our friendship before
Witnessed those memories that are full of ardor
We were very young when we first met
That was summer vacation back then, I bet
Introduced by our godparent when you came
Though, by now, I can't remember your name
We play and play until we want
Run, laugh, hide, sing and chant
For a long time, that was our everyday life
Until you cut it with a happiness knife
One day, you didn't show up
You was like a bubble that suddenly popped
You already left my godmother said
And I was left crying on my bed
I've waited for you , you never return
Under the mango tree, where dry leaves I earn
But I want to make a wish before this poem end,
I wish someday I'll see my little childhood friend