In Progress



Fate threw us together
In a heady mix of youthful
Exuberance, sharp minds,
Sharper wits, and my with-
Drawn self—inclined to
Self-isolation, prone
To melancholia.

Yet friendship bloomed
Like flowers after the rain—
Contrary to expectations,
Surprising my self.

And now, on the eve
Of your departure, I find
Myself grasping for memories
That will cushion the blow
Of yet another separation
Before I realize that as
Friendships come

Ours is a work-in-progress:
The lines have been drawn
But the colors have yet
To be chosen; which is fine.

Every work of art
Must start at some point
Before becoming what it is;
So, like the rest of our rag-tag
Group, I bid you so long
Instead of good-bye—
Confident of a reunion

In the coming months,
When we hope to make enough
Memories and turn what we
Created into the masterpiece

That it deserves to be.


Manila, 2012
For Cielo M. Smith


About the pensive poet

development worker. kasuyo. bugtong na anak. retired drag queen. kalaguyo. kaibigan. future carpenter, bread-maker, or bar-tender. feeling manunulat at makata. borderline obsessive-compulsive. control freak. book worm. isnabero. mahiyain. astang cineaste. aspiring photographer.

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