By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
It felt like home, where the sounds echoed,
Twisted words, where the silence
was loud.
A hug, where it brought life
to pitch black,
Comforting like so, with a pat
on the back.
The sun like a spotlight, twilight
I have witnessed,
Shadows bury the sorrows
of yesterday.
Bearing such weight, so light
yet heavy,
It flew off, like a dove
so gracefully.
Such warmth is yet to be found,
With a room so full, surrounded
by sound.
But such a moment you’d want it to last,
The warmth will linger, may it be
from the past.**
