Running Circles Kent BJ Hortillosa The rain is pouring, the same with my tears. You saw me standing under the lamppost of 8th street. Instead of sharing your umbrella, You joined me in the rain. The pain inside me faded slowly, Turning my sorrow to comfort. You smiled and said, “You’ll be okay.” I’m glad you were there. As we talked, the rain stopped. The moonlight gleamed upon us. It turned your face into a mystery. I stepped back thinking doubtful. Will we, strangers, turn into lovers? And then end up strangers again? Is this just a temporary flame? Of a matchstick that burns out hastily. You seemed to be worth the risk. I made my heart ajar again for you. I saw us like a fairy tale. I thought it was a happy ever after. But why am I standing alone again? Standing under this lamppost of 8th street. Finding myself crying like yesterday. This time, you’re not there. Every day, I end up standing here. I always thought of you. Even it’s been six years since you passed, The memory of our first meeting still echoes. I couldn’t move on from you. Because of all heartaches, Loving you was the only thing I never regret. And it hurts me everyday. I was broken when you appeared. I’m still broken when you disappeared. Wherever you are right now, You’ll always be in my heart.
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