Poor Little Rich Boy

Why did you give no advance warning, that you’d be gone so soon
From me? My pleasure, my life, my
Everything; gone as fast a reel-film cartoon.
I waited for you at our usual place; you never came by.

A hundred days, a million hours I waited, to get your coveted answer.
To no avail, sadly. Why is this happening to me?
Loving you, was my greatest blunder;
I regret it not; my lover, I wanted you to be.

Alas! The answer came. What was it-?
Acceptance or a refusal? To my great joy,
It was a reply that was treasured in every bit.
No more doubts, no more toil.

Every story has a beginning and an end;
What’s yours- Sadness, or a God-send?

Eng Hui Min
4J