Poem 23

How They Never Met She sits unquestionably at the balcony with family, surrounded by strangers because she didn’t like conversing with others within a sacred home. He’ll sit at the back, shoulder to shoulder with his dad and when time comes, he’d walk down the aisle focused as one could ever be when facing God. When time comes, she remains standing, smiling when she sees him walking down a familiar path, then waiting for that fateful moment of connection. It’s when he turns the corner that the world seems to stop and he’ll look around, then he’ll look up as if in search until he finds what it is he was really eyeing for. The way she wants him to see her, it’s different from the usual, every day, routine of faking a smile. The way he looks when he’s guarded, it’s different from when he’s left his emotions unprotected. Her eyes beam just by seeing him, and it makes her day- no her week, brighter, better than it normally would be. His eyes are clouded, often with malice that only he could understand and explain if only someone where to ask him about it. She would, if she had the guts to approach, but the sight of him is a blessing on its own. He wishes she would ask, just even once or at least, give him the time of day. She looks away when their eyes meet for a quick and fleeting second, embarrassed from head to toe. He watches her turn her head, to pretend as if she hadn’t been looking right at him and he does the same, out of pride. She lets the time pass by, and wait until the whole thing has ended before searching for his face again. He’s gone before she comes down and secretly, he wishes they’d hurry up so that they could accidentally meet. She reaches the outside and she’s hurrying, but she doesn’t know that she’s desperate to see him. He’s walked across the street, but he finds himself turning more than once and more than twice in search of her. She’ll be standing by the light, hastily pressing on the button so that she can go to him. He slows down, falling a step behind and praying, actually praying for the light to turn green for her. She crosses and he sighs, both in a slump for again this Sunday, they had waited too long. &velajune

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