Patience

I.

For the sake of this bleeding heart please let me take a shower with you!!! No came the reply. So A little shivering lamb waits outside the bathroom on the futon panting for his chance to see a dripping body that he’s in love with. Flash forward a year and they are looking at one another in the eye enveloped in the other. Unaware of the fact that this particular union only lasted for a few minutes or an hour for they cannot remember. But when they kissed both men knew that any time spent apart, in a cell or outside they were still tethered to the other and without the other half they still felt Empty. To feel empty and full all at the same time they shouldn’t have to wrestle that way so that the fun time may be over. A CENTRIFUGE. “Will this be enough?, For me it’s not, you were gone for so long and I Imust see you as soon as possible. Do you still love me?” N proclaimed to A A said “You’ve got to go now, my new roommate will be here soon and you’ve got to work. N: But. A: I see you. N: I see you too. When will we get the chance again? A did not respond, he simply pushed N out of the bedroom door and proceeded to kiss N on the mouth. This was the last time I would see A face to face. Countless times over the past few years I have gone over this encounter in my mind and wondered if my fleeting heart has anything but itself to hang onto. I think not. Words are useless to this Adam. My Tantrums never spent more than 5 pesos with Him anyway. Lately, my relations with him are short lived and committed to his new educational endeavors. While mine are halted, his are finally moving. Where is the sex in education? I don’t know if my laundry list can contain that last question but I’ll do my best to contain my simple

II.

Years after I whispered into your ear that I love you I still find myself catching up on the conversations we had over pastries. Then again I can’t live in the past even though it may be my safe ground. Presently I find myself alone.

III.

Seconds drain into countless hours spent mulling over and seething through possible fruitions of consumed fates. How then must one contend the futility of unfinished goals within himself? By public isolation no, with a closed mouth.

VI.
Closed Mouth
Open Heart
Open Ears
Fallen Superego
Fin.