From That Point On

Ah, my soft feather, I recall our moments:

Sharing a halved pomelo.

Placing our hands together on a defunct cannon at the sea wall.

Stone walls echoing our footfalls as we explored Intramuros.

Dangling our feet in the clear pool in the tower above Global City.

 

I now measure everything against seeing you

wearing a white dress.

And when I am not with you,

I consider what to say when I see you next.

 

Eventually, I may run out of things to say.  From that point on,

I ask that you simply hold me.

—Mitchell Hegman

For Desiree