August 14, 2008

musings on a bus ride

As I sit here beside you
I realized how our lives are enmeshed
intertwined like our hands now
That when you’ll let go
My hand can still scratch, hold, touch
go about it’s routine
do what hands normally do
but it will always grope for yours
Seek your sweaty palms
Miss it’s warmth
Feel empty with the spaces
in between my fingers which
your long tapered fingers
with dirty uneven nails usually fill

3 retrospection:

Drama Queen said...

Hi Floraine,

Just dropping by to say hi to you and hope that everything is well in your corner.

When ang next meeting sa book club? I'm still very much interested to attend. Please keep me posted. Daghang thank you! :) be blessed!

Dominique said...

Hey, you should submit this to Dagmay. You okay with that?

Raine said...

@drama queen:thanks for dropping by. i'm doing fine and hope you are too...sige will text you for the readers meet up. I haven't been active for quite some time

@dom:thank you :)