By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

 

HE was, an occasional intruder in her thoughts. Whatever happened to him? She found him, in the dragnet of the web, as always, the community of the found, where the real challenge is anonymity. He looked older than she anticipated, different from what she imagined, with only the eyes and the wry smile hinting at his old self, a shadow of the man she knew. After more than forty years, he looked tired, wearing his struggles on his forehead.

Whatever happened to him? The last time she saw him was at the gate, bearing the pain from her last words. He left without a word. The words hanged, spiked at the grills, and never spoken.

What did she want from him? Is it guilt? Forgiveness? Is there something to forgive? After all, she followed her dreams and never wavered. She took a different path, treading on unpaved roads, riding on turbulent weather, living on the brink, still wanting to do the same. He wanted a family, which he got, judging from a photo he posted with his sons, sans his wife.

“Hello?” ……..

 

Little Things

you worry too much
about grim possibilities
a throwback of the past
into the future, forgetting
the present, attempting
to stop things from happening
or doing nothing

nothing happened to you, or me
we happened,
only in suspended animation
nipped, before we bloomed
to experience kisses of the sun,
the full embrace of falling rain
the joy of pain
scars we could have worn
as badges, testimonies
to having, each other

you were so afraid
of little things
I wanted us to fly, unafraid
in between the thickness of clouds
to explore the heart of mountains
to feel our crazy heartbeats rise
or fall, and dive to the deepest abyss
of fire, fully consumed by the heat
bold and pure and transformed
brave, little ashes dancing
with big, unfathomable things

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