PINK TRAINING By John Anrei M. Sy
A weekend of debauchery awaits me I thought as I packed my bags rearing to go. I arrived early, a few hours free And the sun gave a weak afternoon glow. I wait, and wait patiently.
Silent performances left people speechless But encores and applause shook the halls As people flaunted like peacocks heedless; And voices left cascading like waterfalls. I wait, and wait blissfully.
I cheered on, and showed more than I should And the trip was long, the music lulled me to sleep. The frigid air of the West swept us cold, As we arrived, on our skin, excitement creeped. I wait, and wait desperately
The night went on and a sight was nowhere And I looked and searched for him. I found myself in a hallowed gay fair With blinding lights – a happy whim. I wait, and wait longingly.
We dropped off our belongings, cut off the ties, The shackles that repressed and bound us, And gathered in the room where roars and cries Muddled, a cacophony that showed our trust As we wait, and wait faithfully Between each of us for the start of it all. There he sat giggling, wearing the rainbow While I addressed the situation’s call, Thinking back about the view from the bus – the afterglow. I wait, and wait wistfully.
The night and day following stretched for longer And lonelier, while I busied myself With searching for who I am. Wildly sombre I recalled the night. Too much to find oneself. I wait, and wait frantically. We left on Sunday after closing remarks With lunch to take home. I found him. I went to introduce who I am, as I discovered, And suddenly he stole it from me in broad daylight in front of everybody. It was a brief but everlasting memory. I wait, and wait patiently. I wonder if there’s more to come.
