Dear Dad,
Sometimes I wish I can talk to you. It's frustrating when I feel like talking to you and you won't be able to hear me. So here I am, sitting alone in my room and crying like a baby, wanting you back, alive. I know you're somewhere far away, there's nothing I can do to bring you back. I'm sorry for holding grudge against you back then. It's funny when I get to know that I actually love you after you're gone. I should've love you sooner. So I won't feel this painful regret when I'm not able to do that before. Everytime I write about you, it's all about agonies. Sorry that I have nothing nice to say about you, cause there really is nothing. But one thing you should know, wherever you are now, is that I love you.
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the Moon.
Try to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side
Talking to me too.
Or am I a fool who sits alone
Talking to the moon?
In memories of late Sarkawi Bin Mohamad (1952-2004) Al-Fatihah.
P/S: Thanks for sharing your Dad with me.
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