How could one not believe?
Across borders of insanity, I traveled back through time.
Thousands of miles away, longing for her one kiss.
How could one question life’s existence?
Filling my drained soul. With history,with warmth, with faith.
I walked and wandered about the vast ruins of royalty.
How could one still have doubts?
The ancient bells tolled, as the wind swayed with ease.
Closing my tear drenched eyes, with a whisper of thy name.
How does one say goodbye?
Do you reach out, expecting my hand to cover yours from across the table?
She pulls me through, when she feels like I am getting lost along the way.
Do you see me right beside you just before you close your eyes?
She kisses me goodnight and lets me wander into my dreams.
Does your heart still skip a thousand beat whenever you hear that song?
She holds me tight— shielding me from the cruelest night air.
Do you pause — for a second, a breath, to admire the leaves as they fall?
She walks with me aimlessly, until I get the perfect shot.
Do you still call out my name in a whisper — wondering if I ever loved you?
Woke with a bloody fist and a busted lip, countless broken dreams on the floor.
Teaser: One of my beta readers (slash incredibly supportive friends) asked once— of all the beautiful places in the Philippines, why did I choose the quaint town of Sagada, Mt. Province as the setting for my first ever book project.