My poem, writ on a sheet of paper white

Written in the loft, many years ago. Couldn't remember if I have posted this poem somewhere sometimes... There's poetry scattered from far gone years that got forgotten everywhere in my HDD... Punctuation correction added.

My poem, writ on a sheet of paper white
In careless handwriting of blackish hue,
Within the empty hall of dimmed pale light,
Its haunted lines are filled with thoughts of you.

A lonely raindrop does on letters stain;
I sense its solitude, yet know not: why
Is affection so timid like the rain
To bid farewell with silence and a sigh?

We met each other just one month before --
I still recall it was a rainy day --
And now we are to part, to meet no more.
There is no way to say what I must say,

Since this human world is but fantasy,
And life is but to meet and then to part.
But how could you, so dearly once to me,
Be someday faded in my laden heart?

2005/06/28 - For Thuan