silver memories

Bismillah..

did ya' see my cry?
for the years that has gone by?

sometimes you find yourself outside
waiting for the unknown
words need not be spoken
just silent companionship

maybe i've grown old like this *laugh*
for the moment, i still have you
what is this?, i sometimes ask
it's sentimental value

now i know how can a person hold hope for so much
because it's the one thing that makes you happy when the world grows bleaker
i admired the loyalty, the mute anger of even thinking of throwing it away, of quitting
something you're just unwilling to give up
something you let grow underneath your hand
what a happy plant you are, to be growing like that
to be cared like that
to be defended like that

i was afraid that i'd lost
it's nice to know that this existence is still so protected for
i envy that
for one must've love so much to be able to hold others up
thank you :")