… the things I regret in my little sweet life …
1) … not letting you hold my little hand a little longer, and not knowing it fits perfectly with your little hands, too .... and how good it felt to being holding hands with my most favorite kid in KES
2) … and not even having a good memory about that momentous event in our lives …
3) … obeying my mother … and instead stayed a little longer .. and gave you more time to tell me about that itsy bitsy feelings of yours …
4) … and passing the chance to tell you our address in Kessing …
5) … and not insisting to attend high school in Columban even when they were putting me in section 9 even after doing well in their Entrance Exams …
6) … 4 years of studying away from you at Jackson High (but don’t regret tat part… where I found DOGNUTS!)
7) …and … and considered suitors … and eventually falling in love with Sophie’s dad … at 13 arrgggghhhh
8) … and … and … not paid attention on that tune up game between our school's soccer teams … especially when our classroom was closest where you were having your practice ....
9) … paid no attention again … on that chanced meeting at Ocampo’s (which I don’t recall again)
10) … got too serious with my first relationship …
11) and .. and got engaged at 18 …
12) … and left Gapo jusz before I was 23 …
13) … and got blinded with blietzkrieg life in that big City …
14) … and got really really bad stubborn …
15) … and lost myself …
16) .. and got married ahead of you …
17) … seeing you again after 30 years ...
18) ... when distance is soothing
silence becomes your lover
when absence grows a heart ponder
you make love with loneliness
then destiny is just a concept.
19) ... i was in tears while decidin'. i never agreed that destiny is a decision we make. that's why it's called destiny ~~~ somethin' beyond us. so that road away from fate that's the choice we make.
i guess that was the part that made me cry.
20) 30 years … and you still in my heart …
21) … when it’s no longer feasible …
22) … and when it’s no longer mutual.
(the closest time I got to you ... superlatively tried to protrude my face ... so youd still find me from a row a part .... so the closest thing ... was what ... a bit of your hair ... some of your hair ...)
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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