I heard the news of you leaving as someone from the other line was sobbing, crying, weeping. “He’s gone”, was all I can hear. I wept, I cried ’till I can’t cry anymore.
It was a warm summer morning.
You left without saying goodbye. Without notice. It broke my heart in pieces, I could die.
I told myself I’ll never go far away from you again, but what’s the point?
I was wounded, helpless, and even when far away an interrupted cry could be heard as I lament in desperation.
Distance is killing me.
The sun was shining but the rain came pouring when I flew back home to bid my goodbye.
You were smiling. You felt rested. And you look handsome as ever. I smiled back looking at you as I said “your barong Tagalog looks perfect on you”. I blew you a kiss like I used to.
I was ushered away, away from your side.
Note: The Barong Tagalog, more commonly known as simply barong (and occasionally called baro), is an embroidered formal shirt and considered the national dress of the Philippines.
In Filipino culture it is a common formal attire
I am reposting this for Eugi’s prompt -Summer