Time 1 & 2
by Joephet Ignacio Morales
I wish I could remember
that first day, first hour,
first moment of you meeting me.
It brightened or dimmed the season;
it might have been summer or winter,
for so blind was I not to see and to foresee,
so dull to mark the love of my heart.
A day of days, I let it come and go,
as untraceable as a thought, bygone and all.
It seemed to me so little,
but meant so much.
If only I could recall
that touch of hand and hand
to love, but no.
At first I thought we were friends,
but I never realized what we had
was more than just friendship.
Day by day, happy or sad,
you were always in my heart, yet I let you go.
You disappeared as if you were never here.
So I thought you meant nothing.
But I was wrong.
If only I could turn back the hands of time,
the time of us loving each other,
I would, but I can't.