Tuesday, March 03, 2009

She




Everywhere I look,
I see her.

Every songs that were played,
I hear her.

Every seconds that pass,
I think of her.

She used to talk to me:

Have conversations
that ran deep
as the rivers after each seasonal monsoon.

Now,

Even as the tempests occur without warning,
there's only silence that greets me.

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