I am steadfastly in quest;
Timelessly looking for that familiar warmth.
I sob and phoned your digits;
Only to hear that dreaded beep sound.
I wonder if I was ever in your mind still;
I tried not to look back - yet, I still do.
I never ceased reading all your email messages;
And dig for old written letters.
I saw Transformers;
And I grew sad because I remember you.
I dropped by your grave;
And I realized, I can never really have you back.
Bin, I know you're in a much better place now;
Heaven is what its called.
Its been 8 months now;
And I haven't fully recovered just yet.
I pray that justice may be served;
With high hopes that you died not in vain.
Bin, I miss and love you.
Thank you for the wonderful gift of friendship.
