Game Over
Endings were never easy. I hear you from across crisp clear phone lines. But I find myself gripping the receiver pressed close to my ear. As if hearing would be aided by doing so, as if the connection would hold on to my clenched knuckles turning numb with the effort. I try to laugh and make you laugh, just as we have always done when times get real rough. But days later, the sounds fade and as I sit in silence, I feel sad. For you and the one you loved. For me and the ones I loved.
For what can we do after lights flashing the warning GAME OVER becomes undeniably clear and persistent?
March 10th, 2006 at 10:35 pm
Starting a anew is equally harder when you don’t know if the road has ended. Will I even take the dead end road and see if there’s a something at the end of it. Maybe there’s a trail I can start to explore. Maybe there’s a wall I can climb over….just to see, just to feel. Baka lang. But hold on, I was there, by that wall, in my corner, down there seeking comfort with my heart. I’ve always hated to pick up phonecalls but this time my heart was longing for something, for someone to feel what I felt. And yes, I’ve been longing to hear your voice because I knew you’ll hear me. I just knew my loved ones will always hear me and not shut me.