flames

a stranger drifting amidst the crowds
a lone ranger staring at the faces of the passer-bys,
all with smiles and laughter to accompany their actions.
all turned towards the person next to them,
to be greeted with a smile and a light of recognition in their eyes.

looking forlornly into space,
leaning against the wall,
he creates the impression of being self-sufficient.
self-sufficient and bored,
as if whatever that's happening is very monotonous.

deep down,
he's lonely and scared.
lonely 'cause he has nobody to share his tales and aches,
scared 'cause he has no one to rely on when things get grim and bleak.

he wants to reach out into the sea of strangers in front of him,
to find a friend, and be a friend,
but is afraid of rejection.
instead, he withdraws into himself,
creating a space between him and the world.
he sees them, but they cant see him.

to be tat man is tiring,
and hurting.
'cause at the end of the day,
he will be on the losing end.
never knowing how to be a friend,
how it's like to be treated as a friend.

it take two to clap.
without fuel, there can be no fire.
treasure your friendship while it lasts
dun let the fire die out.
say goodbye need not mean
forever more.
say goodbye should be, but a term.

thanks for being a good fren.
i wish you all da best,
and tat no matter how close or not we were,
we will still be frenz.
the fire should burn beyond time,
as long as we keep it alive,
and not douse it....