Grasping No More

“I miss you…”

Those three words, brief but well-elaborated, magnify this longing I have for you. It haunts me round the clock. It benumbs me sure enough. I tried to live a life zeroing you on the list but I fall short. Gave myself the luxury of solitariness but I enjoy not. True as I am with thyself as I caged this subsumed feelings into none. The revelation is noticeable despite the persevering efforts.

What we had is truly salient wonders. There came that day when I experienced so much uncontainable happiness. The festivity on foot as the real me unfolded and stilled. The simple pleasures became mountains of high spirits. There were none on that day but only us, as one. It was a perfect bliss. It was all I ever wanted to be familiar of.

The love bus left us with nothing but abstractions, with hopes high falling to the ground. You came late. I was on brimmed. The occasion fiddled. Those insinuated that the vow to hold hands be kept no more as it will turn to a ship forcefully tossed by multitude waves offshore. Let thy good memories linger until lifetime but our grasp be loosen to absoluteness. May my hand repel yours with proven love and sincere gratitude as a memento.


Czarina Anne Posadas

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2 Comments

neah007 · February 20, 2018 at 7:21 am

The love bus left us with nothing but abstractions, with hopes high falling to the ground.

Czarina Anne Posadas · February 20, 2018 at 8:11 am

Thank you for taking hold of that one line Ms. Neah. Appreciation from here.

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