Em. I won’t be around to hold you, to see you, and treasure you, but I will think of you everyday. I will think of the 3am lecture; the promise I made to you; the fun we had traveling to Nha Trang, for the first time.
The rain will call your name, made me yearn for the time we drink at La Mancha, seeing the skinny guy kung fu-dance across the floor; the tread across the Diep Son island we made between the two ocean floors.
The water will reflect the picture of me carrying you through the water of rainfall, to the temple we visit, to the painter you sit before.
My body will call for you by the tattoo on my back, by the star that had “find me”, by the leaf on your back, and by the cat that we share.
My lips, still have the taste of your body, reminding me the fight we had, the return you made, and the love we conquered.
I will be surrounded by the mementos that you gave me; the dollar bill that I will treasure, the bookmark that remind me to return to you. Seeing you, love you and be with you.
Tuan.
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