I doubt he even knows it’s been a year…
A year’s too long ago for him to even care
But to me –
A year’s been as fresh as tonight would be tomorrow morning.
A year’s too long to suffer,
Yet too short to forget…
A year’s just enough to get over him,
But too soon to find someone new.
In a year, he lives in a distant universe
Yet now’s too sudden for me to even make a move.
Luckily, a year’s come and passed…
Perhaps it’s time for me to be free at last.
September 17, 2006 | Cebu City
Side Note: This could be poem #8 in a series of poems that I wrote in 2006 – a year that left me broken so I could recreate myself. But then, it wasn’t actually a piece of poetry; rather, it is a pile of broken verses attempting to be poetic.
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