Reminisce

by Lea May Galimba

I crouched by the Azotea and gazed at the chilling darkness of the North. Recalling the last forgotten memory, set on September fourth. Decades drifted by, and yet I couldn't lay to rest the unrequited affection that altered my life eternally. I am still hiding my dismantled life in a rhythm of a pitter-patter melody.

It was a cold afternoon. The autumn breeze blew hard in unison as I walk amid the humid wilderness. With mystique Ranunculus flowers in my hand, my embellished cantaloupe dress came across with the mossy land. It was just a typical day and he came along. In an instant, he tainted my world with vibrant hues.

I could feel the wildflowers and trees shoving me towards him. The butterflies in my tummy played as my feelings for him slowly swiveled.

As the wind and innocence blow, I felt the tingling sensation of love.

I will continually treasure that moment. Even after a lifetime. Even after an eternity. Yet in an instant, he disappeared, and was nowhere to be found. I searched for him for so long until someone told me he's already gone with the woman he dreamed to be with.

He wrecked my heart into slabs and let me live a life of frigid misery. All these years, his laughter and memories became a nightmare. But a day ago, as I walk into unchained melodies and blues, I saw him again amid the humid wilderness.

Exactly five decades transpired, on the afternoon of September fourth, he came once again, but with wrinkled skin and shaky tune.

He was stunned upon my presence and yet embraced me with open arms. He seemed to live his life to the amplest with the woman he loves. The radiance in his sapphire eyes bestows love and contentment yet I... I lived in nothing but complete darkness.

With bloodshot eyes and head unbowed, I bid goodbye and began walking along the woods withstanding what he let me feel. Just like the old times, pretending that I was healed. That I was living the glorious times of my life. Five decades crept past, I am still hiding all the pain. Five decades have gone by, I am still hiding myself in the beauty of dull poetry. But truth to be told, I am still scarred and shattered.

True Colors by Ruel Duhaylungsod