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Aj - Alghiejoyce Cuntapay
Poems
Feb 2016
7th floor
No, we're not close but
we constantly bump to each other.
Different time;
different instances
but same hallway, anyway.
our eyes met,
thrice as I count.
but no curve
has been shared.
until time tricked us.
I, running for my sched
while, you, returning for
forgotten files.
Elevator was our only chance
G, 1, 2, 3 ... 7
same floor, of course.
silence never bothered me.
but at state, it felt awkward.
'I'm depressed,'
your mouth finally opened.
I had a second thought,
and looked at you.
'ting.' the door opened.
you stepped outside
leaving my thoughts behind.
'hey, what was that?'
I had a surge of curiosity.
you turned your head
and smiled in recognition.
the other day, no trace of you
in the hallway.
I can't help myself,
and paved my way.
starting from none is hard,
I realized.
I stayed at the hallway for awhile.
a new face approached me,
handling me a note,
'am I reMARKable?'
I dazed in amusement.
feel free to critique.
Written by
Aj - Alghiejoyce Cuntapay
Philippines
(Philippines)
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