It’s been a while since I saw that silhouette.
The silhouette of memories of the moments we’ve shared.
I kept on holding to that string of words you gave me,
Words I kept in that treasure box and sealed it with a kiss.
We had an assurance of being together in a cage.
But little did I know that you’ve stolen the key and escaped.
I was waiting so patiently, holding on to those strings you gave me.
I wish I was the one who held the key and the one that got away.
Because I saw how hard you tried and saw those little drops of blood.
Blood from your wings that served as a sign you might come back.
There are a lot of things I wished I was able to say.
Even though I saw that perfect face embroidered with love,
I know it’s not the time yet to set our wings and fly.
And now the cage was broken yet I don’t seem to find the courage.
The courage to escape just like what you did so carelessly.
And now I ask myself, how can you do it so easy?
How can you ignore the blood dripping from your wings?
How can you not see the pain you left me and the scar you’ve caused?
I thought I would just spend the rest of the days wondering.
Until something had shifted and we’ve met again.
I don’t recognize you anymore, how thick is that mask you’ve worn.
The mask of ignorance that knows only pain.
I reached out and tried to pull off that mask.
Pull it off to see the features you’ve shown me before.
But I see no light, just series of doors, doors you’ve locked.
I knocked and almost broke it off but received wrath.
How can time be so rude that lets me grow weak?
Weaker for I have not set my wings to fly after that mess.
Will you ever hear me out? Will you ever let me in?
You’re the one who left me hanging yet you closed the possibilities.
Possibilities of regaining that sight the first time you set flight.
When you came across my life and recovered from that darkness.
Darkness that I turned into light.
I just really hope that this endless possibilities would end up in that certainty.
Certainty that only God knows how, and only God set what.
And that 4 letters of pain would be turned into that 5-lettered name.
That name that contains those four letters, four letters of hope and love.
That love could truly erase the painful past.
And help us regain that good thing we had.
I will never close that door,
that door where I let you in and saw you leave.
If time wrecked me, I hope time would be the one to conceal.
And that only time could get us back to that cage of true love.
Where there’s no hurt, only forgiveness, happiness, and love.
I wish that time would heal this broken wings and wounded heart.