Lonesome

Just when I thought I am the loneliest person in the world...
And old man walked into the restaurant..
"How can I help you, Sir?"
"Table for one please."
"This way please."
"My partner, the other person is gone."
"Really? Where did that person go?"
"She's gone forever."
He, however, still managed to put a smile on his face.
Maybe, he did not want me to feel bad for him.
Maybe, he is already used to it.
Maybe, he is trying to hide the pain he has inside.
Maybe, he is weird.
Or maybe, he is just a lonely old man.

That moment, I asked myself.. What am I to compare with this guy?
My loneliness is temporary.. I do have friends.
I do have family.
They are just not here, at this current moment.

But,
His loneliness is permanent.
Whenever we lose someone, we tell ourselves that person will always be in our heart.
But things won't be the same without being able to touch that person.
Knowing that person is around watching you, but never could be sure.

When the wind blows, I feel you.
When my door closes, I feel you.
When the bird flies, I feel you.
When there's butterfly, I feel you.
But where exactly are you?

I guess learning how to appreciate someone is crucial.

Thank you old man.

Now I am even more scared of growing old.