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The Elevator

Separately, out of the office, we made our way.

It was sad and lonely, how I thought it ended, this day.

Walked slowly to wait for you; it was a relief seeing people pile up.

Caught each other on the lobby waiting for the elevator to pick us up.


The far-side elevator arrow lit up telling us it will be next.

I stopped on the middle aisle, wanting to be concave to the door you’ll get out of, not convex.

You made it in the crowd, stood there silently and waited patiently.

Patiently waiting for the elevator to rise up and let itself be ridden, kindly.


The far-side elevator finally decided to open its doors.

I didn’t want to get in; just stood there, glued myself to the floor.

I wanted an excuse not to get in so I just let it fill up with people.

Just like how said I wanted to change fate, very simple, but it was a good example.


Your side elevator arrow lit itself up telling us that it’ll be the next one.

The thought of being next to you when we get in, sounded like a lot of fun.

I just so missed you the entire day, I needed something to look forward to.

Even if it’ll just be a quick elevator time; even just for a minute or two.


The elevator finally got to our floor and gave off its sound.

A sudden rush of people, on my way to you, that was where they were found.

I wasn’t able to get in! It made me sad; wanted to grab you out of there.

I want you in my arms; want you with me; just want us to be together.


I waited for the next one, wishing I’d be able to catch a glimpse of you somehow.

It was taking too long, another way down, I was thinking about, right now.

It finally came to me, got myself in and made my way down.

It was taking its time, though. The wait was making me frown.


I finally got off, rushed out of the building, hoping to see your pretty face.

I didn’t have time for anything else. It was as if I was in a race.

I was looking left and right trying to catch a glimpse of you.

Not getting what I was hoping for made me feel so blue.


I had one last chance to catch you, to the jeepney stop where you take your ride, I went to.

When I see you, in that ride, I might even get myself into.

A ride just passed by me, I looked inside but found no sign of you.

Thinking about looking at the next one but that ride that passed me, I stuck to.


As it was about to pass by, I maxed out my eyesight to, just in case, be able to see you.

Then it did, I took a look and, as God wanted it, there was you!

You gave me a “hi” or “goodbye” but what you said really didn’t matter that time.

All I remember is that when I saw you, I knew that everything’s going to be just fine.


I’ve been missing you all day and I’m still missing you so bad.

I know the day will come that I’ll be with you and I’ll be more than glad.

I’m so longing for that day to come; the day where I finally get to be with you.

But for now I’ll be waiting, just like waiting to ride in the elevator with you.


What Without You Feels Like

Here I am, missing the love of my life.


Starting a day without anything about her feels so empty.

Getting everything you want without that one person you need doesn’t feel right.

Dreaming awake about having her near gets you by the moment.

Seeing the truth of the situation puts you in the now, into what’s real.


Refusing to get out of bed without the sweet wake of her voice.

Cuddling with lifeless sheets, pretending it’s her convincingly feels sane.

Having to see her when you open your eyes seems unthinkable.

Happening of that single moment makes life just so fair.


Making your way somewhere should have provided direction.

Entering the door without her sweet smile leaves the day without a purpose.

Sitting on the throne without a queen beside creates a wider view.

Narrowing the view pointlessly with the false hope of seeing her.


Ending a day without anything about her feels so lonely.

Preparing a dream about her makes a night of longing and excitement.

Forgetting what takes place after keeps you in a heavenly bliss.

Consoling for would be lost memories after eyes start to open with the daylight.


The Longing

Every time spent with you seem too short.

Things I want to say and do needs to be right; they always make me sort.

Not a moment spent with you seem just enough.

Constantly miss seeing your face, your smile, hearing you talk and laugh.


The longing to be with you, that’s always what you make me feel.

Being able to hold you, kiss, hear and see you lets me know the moment’s real.

You’re the only person who I want to be with every day and every night.

All the moments we spent together, every single one, feels so, so right.


When we’re together, time just seem to quickly pass by.

Be it 5-hour breakfasts, overtime massages or, when on your station, I walk by.

I just can’t get enough of you, certainly not enough of us.

Time just flies when we’re together; it’s as if it were in a rush.


I know time will come where we’ll get to have more than enough of each other.

The anticipation of that moment gives me hope, keeps sanity and I together.

Especially when you told me, even if it’s just partially, that you do love me too.

It’s more than enough gas for me to keep waiting, wait for no one else but you.