I look at the photographs
At the pictures, of us,
Standing there, sitting there
Still, captured in that moment
Where we were all smiling
Frozen forever in that blip in time
And in my mind I hear our laughter
Us speaking through clenched smiles
As the camera clicks for the 3rd time
Because for memories' sake we
want to get a picture
But all we really wanted
Was to get back to our mahjong game
So casual of our last nights together
We were all still there.
And yet now we are scattered
among the nations.
Ironic because the only time
we were all together
Was in a different country
A far away country
that is now our home.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
I look at the photographs
At the pictures, of us,
Standing there, sitting there
Still, captured in that moment
Where we were all smiling
Frozen forever in that blip in time
And in my mind I hear our laughter
Us speaking through clenched smiles
As the camera clicks for the 3rd time
Because for memories' sake we
want to get a picture
But all we really wanted
Was to get back to our mahjong game
So casual of our last nights together
We were all still there.
And yet now we are scattered
among the nations.
Ironic because the only time
we were all together
Was in a different country
A far away country
that is now our home.
My heart will always remember Montalban, San Isidro, Manila, Payatas, Pajo, Quezon City, Litex, Tagaytay, Batangas. The faces are emblazoned in my memory.