Weeping Willow...

Friendship is a sheltering tree.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I have received a call from an old friend yesterday. Haven't heard from him for almost 3 years now. And it was indeed a surprise when I heard his voice on the phone, telling me that he was in town for the week and asked whether we could meet up. Of course I agreed to meet up (he was my old flame actually.. hehehe). Hence, I drove all the way to Port Klang last night to pick him up at his hotel for a drink.


Lan: Hey binx... It has been ages since I've last saw you..
Binx: Yups.. ages! And you look like 'bapak orang' now..
Lan: And you haven't change at all.. Still the same old sweet binx..
Binx: That's me..
Lan: Well.. as for me.. I am happier now.. that explains the 'bapak orang' figure..
Binx: That's good to hear..
Lan: I'm engaged now..
Binx: Great..


And the conversation then lead on about his fiancee and their relationship. How they met, their tragic love story, their current situation, yada yada yada.


Don't get me wrong here. I didn't actually mind listening to him yacking away about the whole thing. I am actually used to being the 'listener' instead of the one talking. Hence, I proceeded to 'layan' the conversation like I always do. Little did I know that it would take him 2 full hours to fill me in on his current life history. With no reciprocal questions/stories about me.


When I dropped him off at his hotel..


Lan: Hey, thanks for coming out all the way to meet me..
Binx: The pleasure was mine buddy..
Lan: You've always been a great friend to me
Lan: You were always there whenever I needed someone to talk too..
Binx: That's what friends are for, kan...
Lan: Thanks binx..


As I drove into the night, my mind was full of disarrayed thoughts. There was an unsatisfied feeling deep inside of me. I realised that I have always try to be there for my friends. Whenever one of them needed a shoulder to cry on, I would be there by their side. Sometimes crying along with them. When one of them needed to talk, they know they can always call me and I'd be willing to listen to them talk, even at odd hours.


However, somehow I feel that when the situations were reversed, it was hard for me to find the solace that I longed for. I will just try my best to comfort myself for I know it would be very selfish of me to seek that much attention from any of them. All of them have their share of commitments and responsibilities, and it is unfair for me to unload my problems on their shoulder.


Not that I am complaining about my friends. Trust me, they are the best! Each and every one of them have their own set of qualities that made them very special to me.


A wise friend told me today, that maybe I could relate myself as a tree. A tree that someone would seek shelter from the blazing sun or even the pouring rain. A tree that someone would sit under, just to sort out his thoughts, figuring out ways to solve his problems. A tree that someone could just lay underneath it just to wind down and relax, or curl up with a good book.


A tree is strong, stable and stay rooted to the ground. It is strong enough to withstand the blowing wind, yet gentle enough to provide shelter for the humans and animals that are in need of a sanctuary.


Am I that tree? Well, maybe I am...




Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow let me dry you tears,
Let the wind blow away your fears,
Let the ground soak up your sorrows,
Let go of the pain of living tomorrow.


Weeping Willow I can hear you weeping,
I can feel your pain deepen,
If you need a friend to talk to,
I'll be there to help you through.


So Weeping Willow came take my hand,
I'll take you to a better land,
It's a much better place,
Where no one will know your face.


taken from PoeticTimes.com