i lean over and kiss him gently
he stirs, and with eyes half open
he sees me, closes his eyes
and wraps his arms around my neck
in his half-awakedness, i felt
the depth and innocence of my son's love
by the way, i was late at coming home that night.
he got a star in his summer class that day
and he insisted on not washing it off his his hand.
he was waiting for me to come home to show me that.
when i got home, the star has almost faded on his hand.
but his love remained radiant.
1. Pretend I don't see the camera.
2. Look away.
3. Cover my eyes.
4. Arrggh... Panic!!!
Did not work.. Mama still managed to get a decent picture of me riding the carousel. Can't help it. It's exhilarating (whatever that means)!
once again, she wanted to be with him. but she knew it wasn't the right thing to do.
but all she could think about, as she tries to lull herself to sleep, is him. how it would calm down the turmoils inside her head. how she would feel peace, even just for a moment. enough to bring her to sleep.
but despite a momentary hesitation, he comes to her in the middle of the night. just like he used to. he lays down beside her, wraps his arms around her and starts kissing her face. the tears that keeps on staining her face were now gone. a smile on her face, as she closes her eyes and tries to push away the gnawing thought that she is the other woman.
why does it still feel right to be with him again? the breath on her face is the breath of the man she has loved for so long. and is still loving.
she closes her eyes. he whispers to her loving words she so wants to hear. but she knows that all of these are not real.
nothing is real on borrowed time.
tossing and turning
finding it hard to sleep
hugging her pillows
and longing to be hugged back
just wanting to feel the warmth
and be alive again
