And so it has come to this
The end of the year is near
Yet neither a sign nor word of your return
Promises once made lay like shattered glass on the floor
Your voice has receded to a faint whisper
And your touch a wintry embrace
Wisps of memory tiptoe through the night
Hop scotching and dancing through the morning
I besiege heaven with endless pleas of compassion and mercy
To ease the sorrow, to lift the grief
But the sun sets and misery ceases not
Bitterness marches on through the grey gloomy days of December

2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by i_am_aoisoba on December 11, 2009 at 12:09 pm

    alam mo gusto ko sya…malungkot pero gusto ko talaga


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