Happens

JOHN ZHIDRIK GALON

Each time they think of the end of the world

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.