
{inspired by a cellphone SMS} How heavy I feel, When you look at me….O dear! With tearful eyes And I can smile at you Not. How heavy I feel, When you greet me goodbye, With that shaking, trembling voice And I can greet you Not. How heavy I feel, When tears roll down your cheeks… Those dew drops I had treasured And I can console you Not. How heavy I feel, When you give a heart-rending cry— Calling out my name And I can come back Not. It is then, That I realize….. You are sitting, Beside my grave…