Still

(for my “8:00”)

 

It is neither longing nor loyalty
that keeps me fascinated
and drawn to your memory.

 
It is neither your absence
nor my loneliness
that makes my heart ache
every time I hear your name.

 
It is how you paint my cheeks red
everytime you catch me
secretly gazing at you.
You always flash
a sweet smile before and then.

 
It is the way you melt my knees
every time my name escapes
from your enticing lips
that I wish to kiss.

 
It is when I hardly notice the time
whenever your eyes meet mine
and I find it difficult to say
all the things I have in mind.

 
It is when I find everything so cruel
Coz Baby, we missed a year or two
And there’s still a lot I wish to say to you.

 
But what can I do
than just write a poem for you?
For here I have the power
to make all motionless…

 

Staying still like my heart
would be when you’ll depart.

 

– Caloocan City
January 29, 2015 (3:00pm)