I miss you
My heart grows weary waiting
Pretty soon it'll dissipate into supernovas
like millions of star that are scattered
Up in the night sky
-It remembers me of your silky black hair
slipping through my fingers like you did-
Because maybe you'll see them
Even if you're on
The other side of the world
I hope I will be able to feel you
-It'll believe it'll happen when you
and i are staring at it as an ocean-
To speak on invisible telephone wires
spanning through pulses
Of time and earth and love
Emptying every drop of my soul
-I'll give anything to gear the
clockwork of time backwards baby-
And remembering every little stuff
That brought some little more smiles
Like flowers wilting in reverse
To see the petals form a ghost of a flower
-I would love it if it happened on a
rainy november when we walked hand-in-hand-
I tip my bottle of wine
And drops fall unto my shattered wine-glass
I wish they were...
...you...
© 2006 Tetch de la Cruz
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