I have seen your sunsets
I gazed upon your ochre skies
At each reminder my soul regrets
At each memory my mouth sighs
My heart yearns for the past
Days long gone in last year’s embrace
I fear my mind cannot outlast
This yearning to see your face
I imagine the day when we meet again
I invent scenes inside my head
Yet I know this just leads to pain
Of thoughts of a love now dead
I sometimes wish I never met you
A wish for rewritten histories
But then my skies would still be blue
Lacking a muse for my stories
My heart may have forgotten
Yet my mind is still beholden
Ang Huling Hugotero 
cool poem. I love the vivid imagery of the words. 🙂
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Thank you!
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OMG. Are you (still) a young man? I happen to have the wisdom of the ages (or is it the aged, hahaha!). and have built a resilience to rejection, because i know that I am a good catch, and the other person is the loser.
No one is indispensable.
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Haha. Yes I’d like to think that I’m still young. Without the beard I now pass for someone in my early twenties.
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Inventing scenes inside my head that leads to unbearable pain is a habit I haven’t found a way of getting rid of.
This is beautiful 🙂
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Thank you Tala bells ☺
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Hugot!! 😀 Beautifully penned. 🙂
She’d probably say…
But I still would choose to meet you
In a thousand times, write our history
I would brave the world to chase you
See your smile, continue our story.
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Beautiful reply!
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🙂
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Sweet thoughts and lovely lines.
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Thanks Jacqueline ☺
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