sherry. s-h-e-r-r-y. one name, six letters, endless enchanting. a name enough to shake my core, to drag my soul. she was the firefly in my guilt-ridden void of nights. my light. my gleam. my compass of the adrift bumpy roads. sherry, sherry, sherry.
her silky hair that bounces when she laughs rests dearly in my tomb of memories. i still listen to her poetic voice asking me about questions fast forgotten; leaving scars in my mind with her grievous rhetorics. she smiles and smiles and smiles at me and i was at cloud nine with no arms to catch me upon my fall. she was never there and now she never will be. i loved her with a knife to my throat.
she withered just like that; quietly, wistfully, weepingly.
buried with her six feet underneath is the faith i had left for this world and my childhood memories. her dreams shattered and sprinkled above her grave, mocking a shame out of her naïve thoughts during her short breath. i wish i could pay her a respect—i expect her to be angry, to curve her eyebrows down and huffs me a sigh. a fool head i have, for dead men could do nothing but pity the living in silence.
i wish i could promise her something else for one last time, but all my words died down in the stillness of her world. tomorrow morning i will step out my house and she will not be there to keep me alive. tomorrow morning i will be alive, but she never will be.
i miss you like none does. may the universe dawns upon us once again someday.











