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Happens
JOHN ZHIDRIK GALON
Each time they think of the end of the world
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The loss and fear
The sadness and break
The point of no return
And the pounding of heart
These I felt too
When we had a bonfire
Under the ruins of volcano
While we’re touched by the snuffing sunlight
Your eyes then reflected the fire
It freed the warmth
That had me wanting to stay in hell
The rain also poured
But we were saturated beforehand
By the earthquakes and aftershocks
That sprouted a new land
I guess the day I met you
Was the end of the world
The ocean reeks
The grass turns brown
There will be no absence of deaths
But the reborn it brings Love happens
Does love always lead us to an unforeseen future?
Or does it take love to embrace this endeavor?
Being a risk-taker is addictive and rough
But it’s a hobby to choose the road not taken
You knew your only love gave this kind of trauma
But I’m stupid to give you chance of aroma
Maybe, I am blinded by your love and morpheme
Believing that six years ago, don’t gave me pain
Despite of all the what ifs and negativities
Here I am enjoying each other’s differences
Believing on the commitments which we embrace
As the road not taken is path of our success
Each road has its own beauty in destination
End that depicts a terminus which holds your hand
Both, looking at our guide which is the sunshine
Who is the evidence of our pain, love and bond
JOHN ZHIDRIK GALON
march 31, 202x there he said, if you ever lost, or in despair, my love, find me, run to me; I’ll let you in. have my caress as the roof, my breath as the walls, have my chest as your bed; inside it is my heart, your light.
I am your home.
july 10, 202x there he replied, this home, my love, was wrecked with us in it. the rain was always strong that the roof began tearing. termites were found on our bed, but I remember lying with you in the grass; we loved it even if there were dead flowers around us. you always liked it you said, laying your head on my chest, and you always slept like you have never known comfort. I wished you moved. I wished you woke up. I have never had a thought that it is actually scary being undisturbed as our flesh slowly becomes cold. today here he regrets,
I have not been winning lately, my love. and still choosing by your side while i fell a hundred times was remorseful. this home is better without you in it, anyway.