Make This Suffering Stop

It had been three long and arduous weeks since he last laid eyes on the face that could melt his heart of a stone. He did not get to see that smile one last time before he left despite numerous attempts to meet up. Excuses were orchestrated and reasons were choreographed. It was fine. He understood. He packed his bag and left. Hours before he was miles above ground a dispute broke out and the conversation ended. The telephone was slammed and his heart shattered. This man was left bruised and battered. But he bit his lips and remained strong. He understood.

He did not get to bid his last cheerio but wished for well and prayed for safety. The phone rung and he was longing to hear the one voice that mattered. But it was futile. Time flies and for a week the number did not flashed. There were no calls. He was told that his absence was much needed and appreciated. He was moving on. But the name never missed an hour in his thoughts. Eh ini kalau dia ada mesti dia suka. Eh nak belikan apa eh. Entah dia suka benda ini ke tidak. He was in a pitiful state. It was excruciating to see him like that. Evidently he was unable to move on.