Many times, I’ve walked and passed.
Always wondering how are you
these past few days.
Yet I never asked.
You sit there in silence
and your mouth made a slight twist
as we exchange smiles.
I’ve heard, you were ill.
Like a brown leaf that has blown
away by a gush of wind.
You were fading right before
my very eyes.
My gratitude left unsaid.
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Paint and Poetry. Stars and Velvet Skies. Ilonggo Writer/Blogger.
I’m God’s writer in progress and the very purpose of this blog is to spread positivity, hope, and love through poetry, art, food and travel. Enjoy!