Saving the best for last

Saving the best for last


How many times have I walked these streets,
How many times have I heard that song,
How many times have I been alone.
Over and over again 
Tears falling,
Soft against my cheek,
Thinking of you.

Is the road to us so steep, so far?
What should I do?
Am I missing something—
A sign, a truth?

I don’t know, but I believe
I am on the right path.
Step by step, I am preparing,
Turning the tears of waiting
Into tears of happiness,
Saving the best for last.

--Quynh--

                                                                                                        Hanoi, February 21, 2025

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