I remember it was a day in June. A lonely day in June. A sad day in the most brightest of days. How ironic! It was filled with a reminiscing of the swift passing of time. The harsh reality that things familiar will at one point fade, disappear.
It was also time for many of us to face the reality of the departing nature of childhood memories. We had to face the fact that Michael Jackson was once prominently, and physically, present. But now, all we had were echoes of memories. He left us with painful whispers of sorrow. Like a blood-red rose slowly fading away, this mystery emotion is bound to stay. It left this unjust feeling that brought pain to our hearts. Even though we never knew Michael on a personal level, we felt it. I could almost hear his lyrics resonating:
Tell the angels no, I don’t wanna leave my baby alone
I don’t want nobody else to hold you
That’s a chance I’ll take
Baby I’ll stay, Heaven can wait
The lyrics rang like a plea for more time, more memories to make. An incantation of a sorrowful departure. A sorrowful departure that recalls those left behind. In response to these lyrics (that filled my mind like a cloud), I can only respond in truth: Heaven can’t wait Michael . Heaven simply can’t wait.