Our second trip on ANZ day

2024.4.25. Thursday It was ANZAC day, a public holiday. It was our 2nd trip, we visited SR. Misjudged the weather, cloudy and windy, Crossed the bridge twice Misread the bus time table, Ended up wasting lot of time, Sitting at the bus stop waiting. The weather was drilled, the sky was grey, The wind was brushing on our faces, It was cool than expected. On the way back to Melbourne, You expressed your disappointment. Our V-Line coach moved slowly, Tagging along some transporting vehicles, Which carried lot of cattles. All of a sudden, you became so silent, No more curiousity questions. I observed and saw uou pulled your face long, I asked "What was wrong?". You said you always have special place in your heart, For these unfortune animals. You starred your eyes as turned your head to one side, I looked out the window and actual saw the cows, Gazed at us with their sorrow eyes. The next day, I messaged you I was so sorry the trip had some unpleasant situation. You replied that you were hurt, Not only your toes but also in your heart. I simply shook my head and stated. "Sorry B, could not help you, mate" It was our second trip, It also turned out to be our second last trip. I still could not believe it. It has been exactly one year, Since we did it. How could you be so cold blooded, Able to end our friendship And wipe off all the memories. I wished I could forget everything including you. There shall be this day, When I do not even remember who you are. Today, after 366 days, the memories Of the entire trip flashed back to my heart To warm me. once BB and I Had have a good time travelled together. I am now on my way travel to Bright, Where I should be brightened up With the colourful bright autumn leaves, Rustling of the leaves on the maples trees Which line up nicely along the streets of this city. I have come here at least three times This shall be the fourth and the last Without my friend BB and any of them.