How Did You Know . . . . ?

Do you feel a spark?

Are you looking for a sign?

Do you see any mark?

The first time was like "Hi",

then came "Goodbye".

The question is, it is really a good kind of "Bye" or maybe a "Bye" for good.

I don't know. I never did.

The truth is, the last time that we're together, I wasn't able to say "bye" or "good-bye".

Maybe that's better, I mean, not saying goodbye at all. It's like a torch of hope that maybe someday we'll see each other again but not seeing each other in a way like before.

Maybe this time it'll be different.

Awkward.

I think.

The first time I saw him, it felt like the collision of two "earth".

An experience.

I already felt there's really something. A rainbow connection maybe.

I never did understand how he effortlessly put a smile on my face.

Disturbing.

I wrote a number of essays and poems for him. No, about him I mean.

Whenever I did, there is a switch that triggers the poet in me that keeps me.

Me.

We've been through a lot and I'ved been hanging on the thin thread for some time now, it has been a while that I'ved been holding on, and everytime that I try to let go, it won't let me.

It's like I'm glued to it. And now is the time to let go, still it won't let me.

When will the spark fade?

When will the sign stop showing?

When will the mark disappear?

I'm hoping, . . . . . . now.

If I had you, money and fortune can't compete.

That would be the only thing I ever need.

-P.S.