When you have forgotten

When you have forgotten
me and how often I sat underneath
trees amidst the hustle and the
endless bustle of the misty city
sketching daydreams and
faces of people I’ve never
seen.

When you have forgotten
the notes to the echo of
songs played in the shade of
smoke and shadows and
whispered have-beens
then
I’d like you to know
that I had stopped sketching
ages ago, waiting only
underneath the leaves turning
bright ochre come April.

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cie miraflor

A Filipino at heart and a Thomasian in spirit. A vocalist. A bookworm. A chocoholic. A liar. A dreamer. A coffee addict. A writer of poetry and short stories. A pending Information Technologist. A frustrated programmer. Blinded with love for Batman.

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