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Lance Cecilia Dec 2015
nang dumating ako sa kalyeng puno ng alaala
pinagmasdan ang kalsadang bagong gawa
bakas pa rito ang pagdaan ng mga pison na pilit na pinapantay ang baku-bakong landas ng aking kinabukasan

'di pa gaanong tuyo ang itim na aspaltong kalalagay lang
at sinusubukang takpan ang sementong 'di man lang nakatikim ng liwanag tulad ng aking puso
ang aking pusong sa bawat tibok ay binubuhusan ng malagkit na aspalto ng pagkalimot

at ang sementong balot na balot ng matigas at malutong na aspalto'y paulit-ulit na dinadaanan na tila walang pakialam sa kung gaano ba kasakit masagasaan nang paulit-ulit, paulit-ulit, paulit-ulit

hanggang sa magkawatak-watak ang aspaltong kalasag ng semento mula sa liwanag

at kung ito'y mangyari ay susubukan muling ayusin
at bubuhusan ng mainit na aspalto upang takpan ang mga sugat at butas na sumisilip sa liwanag

ngunit tulad ng pagdidilig sa patay na halaman o sa pagpilit na malimot ang minahal
ay imposible at walang katuturan
dahil ang nagagawa lamang ay baku-bakong kalsadang puno ng alaala
at kung pagmamasdan ang kalyeng bagong gawa
ay bakas ang paghihirap at pagpilit na ikubli ang itinatagong nakaraan
When others asked me
Who I thought to be my best friend
It was not the name of a sister I uttered
It was yours I would speak clearly
I was proud to call you my best friend
I felt such a connection
And I knew you felt it too
But somehow in the mix of life
We separated
Though not by my will
I did take that last step though
But all I had asked from you
Was a simple request
But you refused
And I snapped
Leaving us standing on opposite sides
Of the line in the sand

This doesn’t change
That my heart screams to be near you
What I would give anything to have you here
To speak with in excited tones
Of all that has occurred

I can hear your laugh as if you are here
Surrounding me as I tell you
Of what I have done
You would chuckle
Tell me that I have done good
Wrap me in your strong arms
Before you hand me
Whatever pison we chose for the night

I can see the looks of amusement
You would give me
As I told you of my adventures
While we sat cross legged on your bed
Your cat between us
Food you made before me
As you make sure that I eat something
Me failing to get you to eat more than a bite with me

But above all else
I miss you
I wonder if you would answer if I called

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