Monday, August 25, 2008





BY YOUR SIDE


Lights were splendid. Music was playing. I don't know what's the occasion about but certainly there was a celebration. People were loud and they were all drunk dancing. I stayed in the entrance looking for one familiar face. Looked to the left then looked to right, can't seem to find the face that I would want to see.

Finally, I saw what I've been wanting to see. And there you were laughing with your friends. You were wearing that shirt you wore last night. You looked good in it. And I could smell from a far the sweet scent of your skin from that last embrace we had. I tasted my lips and there was the sugary taste of yours. I moved closer so you could somehow see me and be with me for the rest of that night. But I failed to lose distance from you when you walked away without even looking back. I ran after you, screaming your name. You didn't look back. You went on walking. Then on a busy street I finally caught up on you. I held your arms so tight to pull you back. You looked at me and asked me to go back where I've been. You pulled away. With that sarcastic smile and laugh at your face. Flabbergasted, I stayed in that spot. Feeling heavy and couldn't utter more. I was hurt. Deeply hurt. I closed my eyes and let every tear fall.

As I opened it, I heard a sound of an alarm clock. A singing kid woke me up from my sleep. Stunned, I rolled my eyes around the room. Still remembering that really awful dream. Yes, it was just a dream. A personification of my mind's delusional worries. But the room was poignant. Probably because of that dream.

It felt warm on the other side of the bed. I turned to it and saw you there. You were there beside me, with the funny snore that I make fun of. You've been sleeping. You've been with me through the night. How dare me to forget that you were with me.I carefully slid my hand onto yours trying hard not to wake you up. I held a grip and slowly leaned my head near yours. And at that moment, I could not be any happier. I felt safe. I felt warm. And I feel the reality that has beaten a fantasy.

Now I know why you asked me to go back. Its to go back to where I could be much happier than even in my dreams---By your side.






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