Blue. The feeling that I have in my heart. Heavy. The weight of my own grief. Mourn. The only thing that occupies me. 3 and 3. 30 years for you and 3 years for me. Should have been 30 and I should not have that 3. Have you seen numbers in poem? No and I do not want to keep counting. It hurts. Shrug it off. Just like my hair brushed my shoulder When the wind blows When the waves are flooding the shore. Today was supposed to be celebrated. A happy day, It supposed to be. It was yellow. The flower that you gave me. The one that bloom on your birthday. It is shining like the sun When I gazed upon it. Hoped for your wellness As the freshness of your flowers. Until then. That was your words. That is my promise and prayer. We were promised a heaven Willing to wait for you. Heard that forever is a long time. I guess, until then. I love you. ...