i can almost feel it
it pulls at my memory
gently
not at the farthest points
but still aching
somewhere in the middle
memories
no emotion and feeling chilled to the core
the silence, looking down, unshed tears
that waited and waited
what am i waiting for?
finally gushing out after the period of liberation
and blissfulness
the hotel room and makati's skyline
breathe life into me
the talking television
connection with my father
and letting him go
release
no more pain
and i waited
who am i waiting for
i cried and cried and cried
released.
although safe in this liminal state
the depths
they slowly pull
keep pushing
keep waiting
what am i waiting for?
a voice
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