Like waiting for the bus
though uncertain when it will come,
one still keeps standing
a roller coaster ride when waiting's done.
A phone call unanswered,
but just a message could lift up,
the mixed feelings inside
is where the lines overlap.
Pain succumbs in the distance
like a pipe gradually growing rust
but overwhelming is the strong stance
of hope, of respect and of trust.
Similar to a clear black sky
of abstractness and unclarity,
but with specks of light from stars
cluttered is comfort and security.
Always, the coin has two sides
one begets the other, the other begets one,
composed of both smiles and tears,
inevitable, it's the nature of love.
