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He stood there in the crowd
Watching me as I pass by.
He would look at me unfathomably.
And when our eyes would meet
He would shy away my gaze instinctively.
It was our morning routine.
He stood there in front of my desk.
While I was absorbed by the deadlines.
Surprised as I was, I had to look twice.
The office never felt colder.
“Can I walk you home later, if it is alright?”
Our afternoon routine has begun.
Movies and churches, lunches and dinners.
There was even a photograph of us two.
Endless stories in jeepney rides, stupid jokes.
I bought that pair of Chuck too.
Routine was becoming a habit.
And habit turned into a system of
He stood there in front of the yard.
His hands full of lush, colorful mums.
That same look, but now with a grin,
He would meet my gaze this time.
I saw his lips mouthing some words,
But I can only hear my heart’s loud pound.
I took unhurried steps towards him
Both of us locked in a lurid trance
The moment was joyfully overwhelming
Makes you forget you were unhappy once.
Then something knotted in my chest
Like a tiny, icy spot spreading instantly
To the veins of my heart
He stood there in the yard
Watching me as I ran.
Calling my name in the middle of the sun.
I would not forget, not in my life.
The way he looked, as he stood
While the tears falling down his eyes.
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