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Mary Edeza D. De Leon
September 22, 2009

Was it my languid sight
that tricks my eyes
as it seemed like
you were following my path

Was it fate that intervened
when I rode the jeepney
and found you there
waiting, staring, searching.

Lurred in surprise and disbelief
how you were just behind me
and now you are here
how can that be

Wrinkled forehead
off the top of my head.
Questions tarry, trapped
in my dehydrated mouth.

But we never crossed that line
that invisible fine line
that separates our will and want
detaching us from dream and life.

With our eyes locked, soul intertwined
We vacate the vehicle
held in hand, fate and faith
that drew us together and apart
will take us back to each others arm.