Untuk semua yg saya rindu.

If puddles on the street

evaporates to particles

then those particles turn

into cloud, into rain;

If Boreas Notus Zephyr and Eurus,

Blows to the south north east and west.

Carrying with them changing seasons;

flakes, dust and scents

of places before;

If the ocean are but one-

Pacific Atlantic Southern Indian and Arctic;

the water here,

is the water there.

And when you

journeyed down one road

and I,

on other.

And the leaves that you touch

crumbles into flakes;

into dust.

And the rain that falls onto you as

you ran reaching for cover,

becomes puddle on the street.

And the ocean saw your feet,

running through its waves.

And your laughter and your chatter,

your smell and your cheer,

gets caught in the swirls of the wind.

Then you,

my dear;

are in the morning dew on

my window pane

in the flakes that got stuck in

my hair

in the scents that i smell

in the dust on every surface

in the comforting afternoon breeze

in the ocean that i bathe in.

I can hear your laughter in the gale.

-inspired by the poem 27 by nerisa del carmen guevara.

Thought up during a languid afternoon class and written with several people in mind - rindu!