Encounter

A chance encounter spiraled into a chat

the more we exchanged words,

the more emotion smeared in the air.

So does the back of the envelope calculations.

When the match is over,

we walked our paths,

and parted our ways.

In the whirlpool of thoughts,

things that mattered remain.

What truly meant to me in the past,

and what will matter in the future as a result.

Without chasing after shiny and sweet things,

let us walk the walk

so that we can find what we were looking for.

That will be sufficient.

11.20.2025

Memory

Like a warm and sweet perfume scent,

it keeps my heart warm.

Reminds me of why I started this journey.

It’s too tempting to remain where I was,

but the moon is rising

as the sun falls.

It was like a dream.

One I did not want to wake up from,

but one that eventually called my name

to wake up.

11.19.2025

Living

Perhaps at the back of my mind,

I had slid one foot lingering in the back door

as we philosophized over “to love or to survive”.

Like a reflex against my naïveté,

words escaped my lips quicker their meanings.

After a long darkness stopped by

(long to experience, short to remember)

I returned to speculate:

that it is both the hands of the heart and the mind held together

that leads the dance of this life

peppers in living, with saltiness of surviving.

So, all of this is just to say

thank you for conversing with me that day

in the darkest time of that night

under the moonlight.

11.16.2025