Monday, April 17, 2006
Five forty five, St. Anthony's Park, sitting near the unlit post, a stranger in the dark.
The girl was tall with warm shades of hair, a green dress and a necklace with a locket she wear.
She glanced at her watch, and looked at the crowd, a child studied her, boastful and proud.
She smiled at the toddler as it moves the opposite direction, pigeons fluttered in perfect unison.
The girl stared at the birds in flight for a while; breaking silence was a guy, rushing from quarter a mile.
'What took you so long?' the girl asked. The guy looked confused, “traffic was bad, and can't you see, I have to run here that fast!'
'I went to the office,' the guy continued, 'just fixed things I forgot.' 'Then what is that red make-up on your cheek, and that woman's scent that you have?
“You never even returned seventeen calls I gave. You never bothered to share last night’s supper I’ve made.
“You’re always not around whenever I go to your place, and now you have the nerve to throw lies in my face?�
The girl was angry and tried to calm down; all the guy could give her was a mild little frown.
“My goodness, Michael, why? For the things I’ve done for you, everything I’ve tried?�
“Oh, Tricia, I’m sorry…� then warmed her with an embrace. He looked deep in her eyes and caressed her face.
“I thought I love you. I thought what we shared was real. I’m sorry it has to end this way, can we be friends still?�
The guy addressed her in a manner she never expected him to – with a slight smile on his lips and a sigh of relief – she knew.
Her thoughts run eagerly, run confusedly.
Is this still the same man I’ve shared my heart with? Is this the guy who used to tell me I’m the air he breathes?
St. Anthony’s Park now filled with night-loving crowd, soon amplifiers and bars started sharing music out loud.
Rising tides, setting sun, in solitude that had just begun.
He let go of her hand he held tightly minutes ago, in his heart he knew she had hurt her – an indirect fatal blow.
He keeps his shame for letting the girl who loves him down, but he apprehended the kindest time to do it is now.
He anticipates the question will not be answered anymore, and so insisting it would only try to close more doors.
Time runs so fast, ironically it passes now so slow, soon the guy told her he has to go.
A foreign mist, a lonesome gust of wind passed by, he started to walk away, walk away from her life.
At first the girl just sat still looking at the posts’ inanimate glow, then underneath her eyes, hidden pain finally involuntarily flow.
She now stood, followed his track – trying to stop him, hugging him behind his back.
He turned around, watched her cry; she never knew how much he wanted to dry her eyes.
He slowly wiped her tear and says the words he always feared:
“What we shared was what I thought was true, I’m really sorry I’m not the man for you…�
The guy, for the last time, holds her near, although the girl hesitated if those were the real words she hears.
Without any warning, without any clue, the guy left her out of the blue.
Leaving a mark, a trace of stick in the sand, she never knew at that instant, it would simply slip right out of her hands.
At quarter to seven, everything is over. A moment ago, it almost seemed like forever.
The guy she thought would always be there now vanished into thin air.
She pondered on things she knows she’ll never understand, for situations such as these are never waited for nor planned.
Under the lighted post she stood; leaving the locket necklace he gave her, at that very same spot, for good.
ge. FLEW on
4/17/2006 03:56:00 PM
ME
NAME: mae angeline robles gagarin.
BIRTHDAY: march.22.1988.
WHERE TO FIND HER: malate.manila.
me-ann.mei.gelai.ge.angelina.
blue extremes 05.concordia college.
ba development studies.up manila.
EMAIL AT: lefthandah@yahoo.com
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