The wind gently blows eastward, where you are tonight.
In my peripheral view, I look for you, thinking you are sitting far from where I am. Hopefully, the glass walls in front of me will at least reveal your silhouette. But you are not there.
I look behind me and find you. Three steps are all that separate us.
The wind gently blows eastward. I take a puff. I let the smoke escape, gently, from my lips to yours.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
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2 comments:
joseph!
miss ko na kwentuhan natin!
mag-aya ka naman sa labas minsan!
la lang kwntuhan--
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