February’s Echo
February comes, heavy with time,
Fifteen years, yet still it chimes.
Echoes linger, voices fade,
But love remains, never swayed.
A brother’s laugh, a fleeting trace,
Yet in my heart, no time nor space
Can take away what still rings true —
Gone too soon, but never through.
A mother’s light, steady, bright,
Guiding me through the longest night.
Through storms endured and tears we hide,
She stands with strength, love as a guide.
This month is heavy, hard to explain,
A low that lingers, like endless rain.
Maybe it’s the years, fifteen gone,
Since my brother left, still holding on.
And Mum's birthday too, a quiet ache,
A reminder of what time can't take.
Not just them, but friends we miss,
Each one a part of this deep abyss.
The festive seasons, especially this year,
Felt harder to bear, with no clear reason here.
Chinese New Year came, but the joy felt thin,
A weight on my chest, hard to begin.
The weight of time, the weight of then,
The ache of missing you again.
Yet through the loss, the love still gleams,
A bond untouched by life’s extremes.
February whispers, soft yet deep,
A month of loss, a month I keep.
Between the days, between the years,
A tangled web of love and tears.
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