By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
It wouldn’t matter if it took days,
For it’d feel like pay day.
If I waited for you, would you wait for me?
Nevermind, I’d still do it with glee.
Oh how I’ve missed the rains choir,
Along with my hopes that go up higher.
As the drops turn into masses,
It Reflects upon the sky as it passes.
As I stood along with hope and time,
Thinking of words that’d rhyme,
A thought came into my mind,
“Should I wait even if she leaves me behind?”
