In Ayala's bustling street, where the sunlight gleams,
I walked alone, lost in my dreams.
The breeze whispered secrets, the sky painted blue,
When suddenly, there he was, a foreigner true.
"Umbrella is supposed to be your sun's protection" he said with a grin,
His laughter contagious, drawing me in.
"Donate it to someone in need," he playfully teased,
As we strolled together, my worries appeased.
He offered his company, a walk to my work,
In his presence, I found myself feeling perked.
He asked for my number, I hesitated at first,
But why not take a chance? Quench my curiosity's thirst.
As we chatted and laughed, under the bright sky,
I couldn't help but wonder, could this be a try?
A friendship, a connection, blossoming new,
Or merely a passing encounter, a moment to view?
For he was a professional, a doctor in stride,
While I, an intern, still learning to ride.
Yet in the uncertainty, I prayed for a sign,
Guidance from above, in this moment divine.
So, here's to that foreign guy, who crossed my path,
Bringing laughter and warmth, amidst life's aftermaths.
May our encounter be a tale, both strange and sweet,
A memory to cherish, as our paths meet and greet.
BINABASA MO ANG
Silent Scribbles | Tearsilyne
PoetryStep into the world of 'Silent Scribbles", A Collection of Poems and Poetry' and explore heartfelt verses about life's ups and downs. These poems cover love, sadness, and everything in between. They capture real feelings and moments we all experien...
