Dear friend,

You asked me if I have time to have a cup of coffee or have a couple of hours to talk
to you tonight or this weekend. You told me, you had been introspective and introverted. You proceeded to apologized for your ego maniacal attitude after my repeated emails, text messages and phone calls. Then you thank me for my persistence.

My friend, I was trying to overcome the same demons you were fighting these last few days. I was faltering in my steps just to sustain from day to day survival, I was just as weak as you but I decided to be get up for the both of us.

Things may not be emotionally tolerable at the moment. Let us burn the our minutes to hours, drink cafe latte until were wired like mutant monkeys. Let's discuss about our heartaches and displeasure about someone or everyone.

We are going to be there for each other incessantly, especially when one of us is at the brink of losing this momentary sinkhole. We can’t give up on this fight no matter how battered we feel.

You or I are made to survive this pain.

Her frail fingers reached the medicine by her side.
No family, friends or pals stopped by.
Her face shuns the brightness of light.

White gowns of nurses and doctors
In and out of her room.
They flow like the hospital apparatus,
that her room galores
Hot plate of green beans, potatoes and chicken,

A handful of flavors, she tastefully savors.
The television livens her mornings and noons,
Soap operas, game shows to Oprah,
Of commercials and news her only companion.

I wish I have the chance to show you the mornings that only my eyes appreciate.

I wish I could hold your hand until I fall asleep as my head
rested on your chest.

I wish I could make you notice the way you illuminate my days with just your smile.

I wish I could make you see you are the inspiration that I survive.

I wish I you know that one kiss from you will make my heart cease from beating.

I wish that I could paint my love for you that you never knew.

I wish to have you as mine but its all yours to decide.

Its been days that I have been fighting this turmoil,
Pounding endlessly in my head,

Bitterness and wickedness shroud my thoughts.
Eyes areswollen and dry from perpetual crying.

Its rough to fake the smiles.
The malady of my pain is beating.

Alone in the midst of the undertakings.
Nighttime accompany me in struggles and battles.