Sometimes

There are times when I want

Nay, I need 

to be alone, and just hide and cry.

And yet wishing

Someone would see my tears

And try to just

dry 'em

making them precious jems.

....And the tears come faster.

Suddenly all those memories

Lovely memories rush though my mind.

Knowingly yet unknowingly

that angel up there is sad,

because I am...

So I make my night wish

Not to God,

But to my angel.

"Take me, when my time comes,

...and may my time come...

Before my loved one's."