Monday, September 29, 2008
I remember well
The picture of our innocence
When we played by Gapan’s fields
How funny we looked like then!
We were so naïve at heart
And we flashed a childish gaze
At the horizon queer yet lovely.
Then, I could endlessly touch your hair…
…But you dyed it now
And the mere thinking of stroking it anew
Brought me to shame.
When I felt like touching your soft ears
I could do it at once
But hey, is that your Nanay’s earring
That today you are wearing?
I now resist touching your ears.
I wouldn’t dare do it anymore.
Your world is drifting you away from me.
I know I have to lose you
Since you are moving on with your life.
But please, leave your memories to me,
Memories that picture our innocence
So I may remember them well
And I may bring back the times
When we were so naïve,
Playing by Gapan’s fields
And flashing a childish gaze
At the horizon queer yet lovely,
When you haven’t dyed your hair yet
Nor worn your Nanay’s earring
And you were still here,
Here in my world.