Of Time Past Poem by Troy Tun

though

it has been some time,

the little shop is still there

where we used to eat,

and i turn around

almost expecting to see you

standing next to me.

rain drops started to fall

but i did not open the umbrella

because there will be

something missing under it,

life sometimes is like

a terrible bottomless pit.

we fall and fall until

we hit something hard,

something we call today -

a time when i could only

watch two young lovers

as they pass by this way.