I will come back again.
Don’t worry. Be at ease.
Just because I am gone
does not mean you are
alone. You have people
who love you; you have
people who’ll be there.
One day, we met. Life
was different. For that,
I am glad. Life has led
us to each other. Again,
I will come back to you,
some way or somehow.
Now, I bid you adieu.
I will come back again.
I just wish I knew when.
Doors tell us to push or pull;
people do no such thing.
With people, we don’t know
which to do. We pull people
closer or we push them away.
Sadly, it’s always hard to say
whether to push or to pull.
Do we empty our glasses
before they become full?
Before we make the call,
let’s think about it all.
Let me ask: push or pull?
Whichever one you chose,
close the door behind you.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 