Do You Remember?

When good memories make me cry…

It begin late morning,
A trip to Balik Pulau,
From cloudy to sunny,
The journey took us,
Straight back to where,
Memories fall out.

I remembered how,
Just three close friends,
And around the island we went,
Where laughter and food,
Were our extra two friends.

Just passing by,
That quiet old town,
The younger one I asked,
“Why not sardine, why Sardon?”
Then came his reply,
“It’s a name, dear,
Of someone long gone.”

That day ended,
With happy moods under raining sky,
Now I wondered if,
It was a cry,
Of those above who certainly knew,
The twist of friendships,
That were due.

Now looking back,
Passing the exact road today,
How different things are,
As the wind blows the sun away,
Bonds changed, distance grew,
Memories that are more than a few,
Enhanced the hurt of loss,
And all that have gone askew.

When good memories make me cry…

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