a harsh reminder.

these, are the grounds

i used to walk on

these, are the steps

i used to take

that, was where i sat

this, was what i ate

she, was the one i loved

he, was the one i loathed

they, were the ones i admired

them, i could not remember.

i breathe in but there's no air

i look around

and nobody seems to care

i wave and i smile, and i shout

and i cry

but they can't seem to see

me.

their faces are solemn

no laughters, no smiles

just gloomy faces

all around.

as i look up

then i look down

"ah no wonder,

i'm 6 feet under, ground."

p.s: precious, precious life.