not even a second time

i would have wanted to meet you a second time. it seems, however, that time would have us better apart - for you not to know how my self pains for your presence, and i about you, if ever something did exist. i would have... really loved to see you again. your distinctly subtle and immeasurable smile invites my wandering soul to take refuge within your warm and comforting womb. to be reborn as part of you, under our umbrage of listless passion for each other.

i would have tried my very best to see you a second time but we were not permitted even to a chance encounter. j
ust an imprint of you - your voice, your eyes, even just your name - to end a multitude of lifetimes wandering to find each other. your split-second image then lasted almost like forever. as corrigible as human life is, the memory starts to fade and without an even good chance of you to replenish me, and my faltering memory. i never got the chance to see you this second time, and i find myself forlorn lost and tormented with this memory of having once seen you but never to have you.

i am disturbed to find myself wallowing again with the thoughts of having, again, missed you.



xaisongkham said...

Yo! Thanks for visiting my blog. It seems like you've been to Laos before.


arcibaldo said...

ey, yep have been there a few times, and struggling to try learning the language little by little.

thanks for dropping by.