Breathe No More

Revive

RC Amor R. Vagilidad

Her mere presence
broke the foreboding darkness barricading the freedom to where she left me. The
time where confusion made the night fog thick and the unholy aura dispersed is
when everything started. I am where to nowhere, alone in a labyrinth never
told. But I was held into deep slumber, and your loss becomes clearer everyday,
and every night. The nightfall reminisces the day you held my hands, in the
awkwardness of everything. And it led me to you, the maze was never too cruel,
as it was you I was finding.

You’re still the mere presence, loved and beautiful that I just can’t leave.
But you left… in the awkwardness of the night. You are the clear sight of my
dimmed night. The doom where drums began their cadence, heard throughout the
adversity of loneliness, is when everything ended. But the light of the day
never ceases. For the drums can be heard once more, in the music of hope…

Now I understand, why ‘the revive’ is never too far… ‘The revive’ is within
me. I and you, to find ourselves together inside a puzzle of awkwardness, and
you’ll be loved.

Now I understand the mere thing I once cannot… that I’ve loved you from the
very start of the maze.

Disperse

(A Reply to Revive)

Maxinne
Marie B. Sentina

It was my mere presence that left you – just my
presence, never my song. Perhaps you were lost, searching for a hand to lead
you out of the labyrinth you put yourself in. I could have been the one, but I
could not. How can I? I was in that labyrinth as well, and you would only go
halfway to nowhere if I held your hand, in the awkwardness of everything. It
was the time when all there was left for me to see was a mist of perplexity.

There were things that I could not escape from.
My fate was clear. One day I’d leave; my presence would only taint the ground
you stand on; one day the world will see that this was not where I should
belong.

I know, as I can feel through the regale of your
music and your words, I am loved. But I had to leave. The nightfall had come at
last, it became the twilight of this awkwardness. I left you my song, I left
you my light. Nonetheless, your sight has dimmed. When the drums of solitude
began to cadence with the fading of the music you played, everything ended.

But you should not cease to listen to the beat,
for when daybreak comes, your music shall be heard again, the drums of hope
remain.

I, too, now understand what I once cannot. You’ve
loved my presence from the very start of the maze. Just my presence. You did
not hear my song.

You will understand, my “disperse” is your
“revive”. And when you find it within you, you know you are loved.

© Maxinne Marie

March 17, 2008. 12:00 AM.