nine years

about this poem was eight years ago and one of the things that keeps me moving

         nine years

was nine years enough

for the madness the misery and sorrow

was it that long?

enough, not to rabidly ask why

was nine years enough

to be cherished and hoping to know him more

was it enough? to gave it and take it all in a sudden

to grow strongly willed but cold and aching

was nine years enough

to make us part

that what i could do was to miss him so much, so much

was it that long

was nine years enough

for the painful agitation of our dying promise and wishes

for me the surviving and him the sacrifice

break my bone but i still wished we switched our destined parts

was nine years enough 

for me to know and feel the value of love and death

to believe that a "goodbye" was once a death kiss

to slap myself back to the hurtful reality that my father, my dearest was already gone

was it that long?

no! it wasn't long enough

but iv'e got to induce myself that nine years wasn't that long

but it was long enough to last.