AFTER THE MORNING

June 23rd, 2007 by truesurvivor

i wake up every morning, caressing the fabric your lovely shirt adorns.

i love how your scent tickles my sensitive nose, reminding me of last night.

i kill myself with those piercing black eyes, deep, subtle, intensely meaningful.

and the way i gently play with your hair, smittens me of how lucky i am.
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i patiently wait every minute, wishing those lips would kiss mine again.

saying how much you love me after, grips me with a promise of your return.

for only those arms could softly embrace my always lonely and hoping heart

and your never-ending breath makes me live the afterglow of the sunset sigh.
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but now i miss your childish smile, innocently corrupting my senseless mind.

day by day, i remember how you used to sway me off with that naughty charm.

my skin hungers for smooth aftermarks of your lips, petting my innermost trust,

as my hands imitate the way you touch me, intimately fondling my whole.
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i’am left alone at night, sitting quietly at the bed we used to share,

my red pillow hugs your borrowed shirt, tightly reminiscing the times we had.

to be continued…


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After The Morning follows The Morning After, the post about ending a forbidden relationship. Rather than keeping the narrator genderless, this time I choose to give it a gender – a female specimen, that is.
A female because After The Morning was inspired from the marathon stories of my female friend who was recovering from a failed relationship (about the same time I was going through my emotional turmoil, as well). I decided to write the poem thinking it might be “therapeutic” for both of us – two less lonely people in the world (?). Or we were just finding ways to worsen our respective situations.
Either way, I never got to finish the poem. Apparently, my female friend recovered way faster than I did and I was still half-way through the poem. Nawalan na din ako ng gana. Thus, the “to be continued…” part in the last line.
I have edited some words from dot dot dot…(After The Morning’s original name) to fit the atmosphere of The Morning After. Don’t get too critical, though. I don’t consider After The Morning a note-worthy piece. I just found it interesting that a composition written two years ago will be a perfect aftermath of a recent piece.
Sequel precedes prequel. Second before first. The Da Vinci Code, then, Angels and Demons.
All the same, enjoy if you can.