Finding Love In December
So, each night I wait here under the stars, looking beyond the crowds and cars. I guess I’ll never know when I’ll find the love I felt with you again.
By Tin Escueta
The wind engulfed my relentless being
I blinked my eyes, deeply breathing
On a park bench, a chilly night of December
Not far from the steady water
I’ve gotten used to the melancholy
Ever since that love has left me
From then on, I’ve learned to cope
In this solemn place that gives me hope
Unlike usual nights when I’m all alone
Such beautiful bright eyes have met my own
How we talked until the peak of night
‘til you were the only thing in sight
A smile that was heavenly-sent –
I haven’t seen in all years I spent
You who spoke of books and coffee
And peculiar likings for sour tape candy
As you asked about my life, absurd
You chuckled for I was devoid of words
Telling me that you have never met –
An intriguing woman as me, yet
It’s as if you were brought by fate
To a lonely heart before ‘twas too late
For a while I found myself in glee
All throughout you being here with me
And soon we had to part our ways
I held onto your piercing gaze
A presence that made me feel alive
Of all those days, I was deprived
It was foolish not to know your name
A moth beguiled by such flame
Some stranger who did not just console
But gave love to a longing soul
So, each night I wait here under the stars
Looking beyond the crowds and cars
I guess I’ll never know when
I’ll find the love I felt with you again