When did I start living? This I ask myself.
My eyes caught sight of a photograph-
Resting on my old bookshelf.
In the photo I see- who used to be my other half.
Perhaps he was then, but now I can’t tell
For time changed us and drew us apart.
This memory, my mind no longer dwells.
I’ve found someone who takes the shape of my heart.
I found myself dreaming about he and I-
Impracticality caught inside my head.
I start to wonder as the days go by-
Am I living or am I dead?
Four seasons they would always forecast,
But you always make it a happy summer day.
I hope this feeling would forever last
In your long warm arms and hope you would stay.
What if this summer day would come to an end?
Stormy rains, thunderous lightning- raging wild among the heavens.
This is the fear if I confess my affections to you,
But still I hope you would say you love me too.
But still I hope nothing will ever change
But still I hope you would feel the same way
But still I hope I would never see you in rage
And stay whether or not I’m living inside of death.
(co-written with: Peter Claver O. Tan)