车尾灯早已陷入黑暗，相伴着我的只是剩下凉凉的北风。我屹立不动，仍然瞪着前方的漆黑，默想着刚才你你我我的局面，嘴边顿时露出笑意。
记忆犹新，我手里还能察觉到你遗下的体温。空气中悬挂着你喜爱的兰花香，循环着、围绕着我。闭上双眼，你那羞答答的脸孔又浮在眼前。我伸出双手迎接你扑入我怀，但你依然笑着不动，却移开了眼神。
你逗我笑了两下，一不小心，你就从我眼前消失了。叹了口气，张开眼睛，我仰首望着夜空。你又逗我傻笑了。我舌头舔了舔双唇，嘴里还留着你的味道。又闭上了双眼，我顿时又在车子里，双手紧握着你脸颊，嘴唇牢牢地印在你的嘴上。
逐渐的，一开始被动、害羞得你，开始热诚、主动起来。心里掩不住欢喜，我笑了两下。你也笑了。我正要说话，这次你却把身躯投向我，用自己丰满的嘴唇，封住了我的话。虽也无言，但真情流露，你我都明白，没有任何东西是永恒的，没有什么会是永远的。
一阵冷风，把我灵魂打回原地。没有了你的笑容，没有了你的撒娇，更没有你带给我的温馨，我顿时觉得无比的孤单、寂寞。但我知道，天涯的另一端，你也会一样地对我牵挂，百般相思。
“Hey...我真的好想你。”
血方刚 士气烈
摊手自信逆伦常
岂能一指定天下
心顿灰 意甚冷
仰天渐觉溪两颊
俯首方感鬓双白
口叹气 唉声矣
合掌奈何问苍天
宽指舍去泪满襟
该背道攀亦顺势堕？
心正思诚 不足矣？
意直念恳 曲折需？
热血淡泪 格外清
是非对错 额外明
人情世故自古清则明
坦然相对 报之怒颜
肝胆相照 换之贬视
由古惟吾任我行
至今无异纵我素
试问世间何谓情
至叫吾肚绞断肠？
探遍人间何为义
竟使尔为人舍己？
双眼含泪问苍天
情义何以难共存？
俯首叹气问大地
红线月老弄七夕？
吾心虽悲亦无憾
一阵甜蜜三分酸
的尔知己满足已
有此红颜无悔兮
你发问的时候...
这一刹那，我自己也不知道自己究竟想要什么。我到底期盼些什么？感情上的解脱，还是那钩人心思的牵挂？直觉告诉自己，此时放手最为明智。但心，确实百般不想，万分不愿。
难道我要的那么难以琢磨？所要的，所需的，可都一样吗？我要的是什么？伴？能互相诉说心思的红颜，互相倾听心事的知己？还是那一刻终于得到一向来梦寐以求的一阵满足感？我真的不知道。
我曾经何年何月何日何时，以为自己真真实实拥有这一切。但，树欲静而风不止。世事十之八九，不如人意。一眨眼，酒后三分醒，梦毕六神清。愿意与否，自己就从这自欺欺人的梦境，被打回这残酷的现实。
我要的毕竟是什么？很遗憾，很可惜...
你---给不到。
I have no words to calm your heart,
or the presence to give you assurance.
Take a little leap of faith,
come, pray with me.
I have neither the expertise to ease your pain,
nor the control over the sore and ache.
But do take this leap of faith,
come, weep with me.
I lay no claim that I can comprehend,
what you are going through.
Do take the leap of faith,
Come, wail with me.
There are no magic words to sooth the agony,
or the power to make these go away.
Let’s take this little leap of faith,
Come, jump with me.
I have no faith in the age-old lie,
that “All would be, and will be well”.
But believe me, for “What will be, will be”,
So come, soar with me.
Let none the bells of St. Peter’s gate,
high up ringing and lamenting in grief.
But should it must, then so be it,
for I’ll always be here for you,
SO HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME,
COME, COME LEAP WITH ME!!!
F/N: This is dedicated to a dear friend who is struggling to overcome a massive challenge in life. There are no words to express the mortifying agony that stems from my inability to do anything to provide any form of assistance. There is nothing that I can offer other than these words; a sincere prayer, the anguish expressed from the heart. May these words of prayer be a source of comfort to this dear friend in time of trial and need. And amidst of the troubled waters, gives hope and form to the words embedded beneath all the pain and sorrow. May this poem also be the prayer for all that may also be struggling with life.