I hope you would appreciate
that I still keep you around
by wrapping myself in the blankets
you and your mom made me,
your sweater that I think I stole
is still my favorite sweater
I wear it when I want
to feel loved again
for just a little
I'm not saying
I still love you
like I used to
or that I want
you again
I'm just saying
you have a spot
in my heart
as a
meaningful
friend

I.
a note in your voice
is a song in my head.

II.
you called me the queen of your heart
but you never told me your heart was made of eggshells
and i should tiptoe around it.

III.
the first time you touched me
my heart sped faster than a hummingbird's wings
but it was for all the wrong reasons
(even though you stopped when I said 'when').

IV.
the veins in your neck stand out when you try to hold your anger in
sometimes tears are not enough to glue people back together.

V.
forever vanished with the fickle winter wind
love nestled deep into hibernation with jealous thoughts and angry words.

VI.
i no longer want to breathe you in.

Still awake at half past midnight
Thanking God, there are no snore-y sounds tonight.
Up in the sky, above the dark horizon
there's  an ivory circle that peeks
from outside the window.
A perfectly round moon proudly shines on me...
Sends one's mind to a journey,
to a magical world called poetry
Where I am now seated comfortably ..
but why am I back to what keeps me awake at night?
Stealing precious hours of sleep...
etched in my mind...it surely is...
A face that has invaded my whole person
A name that can never be disregarded
or deleted...
Lines, words keep leaping
Out of my brain,
Urging me to record them all
In my head and on paper...
I reach for pen and paper,
wait, wait...I sense a distraction,
A diversion...
In the dark, I take a glimpse
shifting my eyes
towards the sky,
admiring the glow,
concentrating,
shocking myself further,
for, from my lips,
a tune suddenly burst forth:

"I see the moon and
The moon sees me
God bless the moon
And God bless me
Please let the light
That shines on me
Shine on the one I love..."

A kid's song, from long ago,
a fervent prayer it has become,
begging the One above...
a plea, for the one I love....

Not at all a distraction.....
For it has set free my good intention...

(March 16, 2014)

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan


*I was a child last night, just scribbling, drawing moons, toying with words, lines and unfinished poems...
......not very deep thoughts from a playful child, on a playful night, but enjoyed every moment of it......