I've been waiting long enough.
Long enough for the seasons to change as I walk by.
Long enough for people to grow old in front of my eyes.
I never wanted to see myself like this:
looking outside a cracked glass window, miserably longing for a kiss.
Though there are times I try to fight the thoughts of you,
I always and up in rue.
Sometimes I wonder,
What my life would be if we were still together.
Leaving you was never one of my options.
But then, I did. Maybe because I’m just too responsible for my actions.
Yes, it would be so much trouble and we’d be hiding forever,
but baby I wouldn’t have it any better.
Invoking me for the first hundred thousand times to remember,
that early morning of December.
As the bells rung for the first morning masses,
I was rushing to the church, bleeding and brushing off dust and ashes.
In the corner, I neaten my jacket.
And pulled out gloves from my behind pocket.
I straightened up as the priest came through.
And it was then that I first saw you.
In a bright red cashmere coat you stood silently across my pew.
Standing out from boring browns, grays and blue,
my eyes never had plans to askew.
Holding your mother's hand and staring up at people taller than you,
I knew that I was in a perfect angle of view.
You were still seven
way back then.
But with your eyes, pure and wide open,
I just know something between you and me is going to happen.
Something that maybe in my age back then was still unthinkable.
Something I never knew I was capable.
You made me feel as if my heart came back to life because it seems tangible.
I never believed that love exists nor the thought of it being possible.
But you proved me wrong.
You made me feel badly and madly wanting to play along.
It was when you looked into my direction.
There in that creek where I was painting the setting sun’s reflection.
I can say it was my happiest spring season,
Not to mention how many came past me in my lifelong duration.
You were still ten
Way back then.
But the way you spoke showed maturity and passion.
For you to talk to stranger you never knew was a false action.
It was something a young lady of your age wouldn’t do.
So I again, I was left there watching you
being dragged away by a couple of maids without a clue;
of what kind of intentions I had of you.
Our conversation lasted for a minute or two,
though all the words came from you
I honestly enjoyed it too.
Every second of it was worth remembering for a lifetime or two.
Years passed and you’ve grown a bit taller,
Your hair was longer,
Your eyes were greener
And you’re all dressed for summer.
You were already fifteen,
as for me, I'll remain nineteen.
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