I saw you standing outside—hands scratching your head and eyes traveling up and down the dusty road. The clouds came rolling in accompanied with the drumrolls of thunders, so I asked you to come in.
On rainy days I gave you my blanket so you so you wouldn't feel the wind harassing you. On scorching days, I gave you every drop of water I could collect just to quench your undying thirst. I never paid attention to the way my body falling apart—piece by piece.
When you needed to eat, my body was your feast—every inch was yours to have. I gave you all my energy for you to stand up.
Finally, you looked me in the eye—ready to stand on your feet. I thought you might've found me as your final stop.
But, you sprinted in the speed of light onwards, leaving me empty and bare as I watched you find a home with everything I gave you.
I was a pitstop on your journey to finding true love.
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Letters From The Moon
PoesíaHe took me to the moon, but left me there. A collection of poetry-intertwining a journey of love, pain, surviving, and blooming. Copyright 2019 by Lorenzo Miguel C. Que All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manne...
