See you, Toyosan!

We'll have to get a new set of lamps,
But they'll never be the same.

coffee and bread with jam and butter,
your injured knees, your amazing guitarist's fingers,
best chef's taste, sparkling personality,
warm-hearted reminders, advice from a dear brother.
I miss all this, not you, the song made me shed tears, not you.
Ah, let it all be fumbled up into a loose adieu.

1 comment:

wanchen said...

you can make it a song.:)