Gold

Assalamualaikum

It was the school marathon.
The season where friends broke their promises.
They said they wanted to run together with you,
It helped to blur your deep weakness,
And no one would know you're actually weak for a run.

I was weak. I struggled to respirate and could only go through half of the whole school.
The same script every year; I'm gonna run with you so don't leave me, we got each other's back.
But we all knew it would turn out different, but we weren't hurt.

I would always be in the last line, it lasted for years so I couldn't care less.
It was fun. 2017, it rained and the land was muddy.
Brushed shoulders with others' fast path. I enjoyed the scenery.

You were a good runner and your legs were strong. The ability of your heart to adapt to your strong aim, winning a medal despite the numbers, I admired your athletic trait.
Your gray shoes, with neon orange coating small lines of it, my eyes would take any owner of that design as you. Just like during the sports season, but I was totally wrong at that time.

But the T-shirt signalled it's forever yellow,
And the neon orange caught my sad eyes.
There you were, holding your aim tightly in your hands.
The corner of your eyes, they seemed to sense my small presence.

I liked to stare at you, and the views of you were mostly faceless.

You didn't want to turn your back, yet you slowed down your pace.
As if you were telling me, you would wait for me. We're gonna run through this marathon together.
But my sad eyes were just looking at you. And they knew even friends broke their promises in this marathon.

I appreciate it; you slow jogged in front of me.

But being a golden one in your team, you ought to be one of the medal holders.

And I saw you climbing up the stairs to claim yours, a part of me felt so proud of you.
I am so proud of you.
I still am.