When you turn around, would you come back around?

I feel the rain on my hair, my skin and on my body.
The road is damp; my shoes were wet as well as my eyes.
I feel every step thunder on the pavement as the words
we exchanged played again and again on my heavy mind.
I am confused and I don’t know what I should feel.
Should I feel happy or sad?

Time changes everything. It is as inevitable as dayturns to night
or black hair turns to grey.
I just cannot believe it changed something so fast.
Something so sudden that even I, who is rarely amazed,
was left open-mouthed onthe prospect of how the possibilities emanated so suddenly.

But it doesn’t matter anymore, what’s done is done.
Mourning on the what ifs and the what could have been has been a daily habit for me,
and I am never fond of dealing with things.
But maybe this time, I should close thischapter of my book and start to ink the next.

Someone should now that though things changed,
I will always be there behind you at arms lenght,ready to hug you when you have problems,
or if you need a tap for a job well done.
I will always be there. Always and forever.

But writing my next chapter doesn't mean
that the author is really ending the book.
Maybe a sequel will surface? Maybe.

As I close my book, like I always promise, but never quite turn in reality,
the question "would you still be my queen?" is not in the picture.
What time will come is anybody's guess?
But someday, just like how a certain someone used to say -
"Your eyes are smiling."

Mangyayari yon. Someday we will rock!

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My heart

i am finding out that maybe i was wrong
that ive fallen down and i cant do this alone
stay with me this is what i need please
sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
we could sing our own but what would it be without you
i am nothing now and its been so long since ive heard a sound
the sound of my only hope this time i will be listening
this heart, it beatsbeats for only you
my heart is yours

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