Exhaustion, sadness, loneliness, gloom, fatigue
approached me like a thief the other night.
I was overwhelmed and caught off-guard.
I felt, for the love of Pablo N.,
like a cherry tree in the dead of winter night.
It was dark, stark and bleak.
I felt lonely.
But it was at this particular, singular moment
when the best of friends unfold unknowingly.
It was at this particular, singular moment
when simple gestures –
a tap at the back,
a “kamustaka na?”,
a sudden “bulaga’t habulan” in the corridor –
become treasured, relished moments.
I thank the Lord for them.
I thank the Lord for through them
I felt like a cherry tree in one spring morning.
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