when i do walk to my kitchen,
i still slower down my pace,
just in case i frighten something.
when i come out of the kitchen,
i'l still steer my way,
not so close to the tank.
That previously contain something.
at night i didn't hear the flow of water,
in the tank or the naughty-ness of 'it' that causes a splash,
some funny weird feeling swirled inside me.
when i look back at the kitchen,
it was dark as the purple-pink light isn't on,
i felt hollow within me, seeing the empty dark tank.
the truth and reality hit me,
that it was gone.
i dont know the reason,
but i do know that its :
a bubbly fish that gives happiness to me and my family.
a haughty fish that sometimes dont eat what my parents gave it.
a playful fish thats just as playful as me and makes me smile.
an arowana, that i will remember - always.
you're missed,by me, and R.I.P.
when i finished this post, my eyes teared up.
for i know you aint any ordinary fish that we've reared.
and i know i missed you, terribly.
