I call you.
On the shuttle
In between classes
On my way to school
At night, in bed
In the morning, in bed
I call you.
"Hello?"
I can remember.
The sunset cruise
Spring break in Europe
Last minute visits to Kobe
Our unsuccessful fish tank attempt
Falling asleep on the phone
I can remember.
"Hello?"
The feelings come.
Sweaty palms
Racing heart
Weakening knees
Piercing pain
Watery eyes
The feelings come.
"Hello?"
A cloud of thoughts.
I love you.
I miss you.
I wish I was there.
Do you miss me?
Do you still love me?
A cloud, a thick could of thoughts.
"Hello?"
A relationship down to the wire
Five years approaching
"Hello?"
Everytime I call
No matter when, no matter where
When you answer the phone and say hello
This is what I remember
This is what I feel
This is what I think and what I long to say
What I long to do, you can only imagine
We are left to only imagine
When you answer the phone
no matter when
no matter where
The years replay
The words return
The feelings bring me to life
and I fall in love with you all over again.
3 comments:
beautiful, good thoughts, sensitive, caring. but it is one of those bourgeois love you meet in street corners of unbridled capitalism. there is this one love that we need to offer to causes, to change, to conscience. more of this. a bulosan is one good model, debralyn. otherwise, the whole things become a harlequin romance, or a barbarba cartland kind of a phantasm.
debbie:
where's the beef? we are waiting for the next blog. something like love in the time of oppression.
or love in the time of trangkaso! ala man ngarud!
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