that you feared I was repulsed by the night after we met.
Au contraire –
I felt that spark a long time ago.
I recognized it again when my gaze fell upon your face –
a sight that I longed for since I lost you
23 years ago.
The familiar butterflies fluttered,
a palette of colors splashed across my world,
my cheeks suffused with bright red hue.
You spoke of the spark that you feared I was repulsed by.
I denied its existence then
manacled by the society’s rules
restrained by age and naivety, and
cowered by trepidation.
Would you laugh? Run away? Shun me?
You went your way
and I went mine, yet you never left my mind.
Your full, baritonal voice filled my ears;
your strong ghostly presence
the word ‘panache’ never failed
to trigger a glimpse of you.
You were, after all,
a wordsmith among a sea
Now, our paths have crossed, and
you spoke of the spark
that you feared I was repulsed by the night after.
Emotions are roiling – Aku akan merindukan,
Aku merindukan – with the imminent separation.
The fear is there, but not of the spark.