Lose

There is everything in remembering; The full spectrum of emotions.

Extremities and all between. Forced away

Or pulled closer, but always there. Like a word

At the tip of the tongue.

To have taken from one by death, accident, euthanasia or sickness.

Soporific humming of tune against a backdrop

Of moving clouds. Gust of icy wind

Against summer heat. Drops of rain on a welcoming

Tongue. To a moment in time --- To an afternoon scene

In mid-may. To a lullaby sung into an infant’s ear.

To a memory, long forgotten.

To be unable to find; to miss; to fail to keep.

Sad Spanish guitars beneath a dull moonlight. Slaps of violent wind

Against bruised cheeks. A taste of blood and tears.

To a moment in time --- To a series of nights, unbearably

Desolate. To a scene of sharp words thrown against each other.

To a memory, uninvited.

To squander; to wander from.

Triggered by the senses, heightened

By nostalgia. Seemingly quiescent, but always awake.

Like a word

Pretending to be asleep

At the tip of the tongue.

This is included in my Thesis' first chapter Overture. This was done in haste, I remember. Vividly, in fact. I was sitting on my bed (lying adjacent to Ehm's), quite nervous and embarrassed. I was to meet up with sir Dumlao that day to show him what I have done so far, and i haven't done a single thing! Whatever seeds I had, I have forgotten to plant or have lost along the way. And that's when I thought about losing words, remembering sounds, perhaps a few letters, but losing the words. Sometimes, we do not completely lose them, we just can't remember them. Nasa dulo ng dila, don't they always say?