when I left,
each step I took
felt heavier
than the clouds
in summer
colder than our hands
in the winter
lost like the leaves
in autumn
but hopeful like the irises
in spring
BINABASA MO ANG
When You Left
Puisi"when you left, every part, every breath every heart beat of your body slowly became requisite parts of my poetry." a collection of free-verse poems.
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when I left,
each step I took
felt heavier
than the clouds
in summer
colder than our hands
in the winter
lost like the leaves
in autumn
but hopeful like the irises
in spring
