you dont know it. but you brighten my day.
you in your disheveled hair from jeepney to jeepney. backpack or supot.
you are oblivious to me. you and your chest. and biceps. and ass so tight.
or your early-morning pressed button down shirt. you walk head held high. mindful of the cars and the tricycles. your SM necktie hanging loosely. too hot in the morning.
what else is on your mind? is it the report due today? or your sales quota? or is your girfriend giving you the cold shoulder, despite the three texts you sent "sori na me". i dont know
but i do know you are not thinking of me. or everybody else whose necks have followed you as you crossed the street. we are faceless. and random to you.
and you would have been, too, to me. had it not been for that way you unselfconsciously grabbed that handrail and gotten off that jeep. had it not been for the dimple. or that patrician nose. or those gorgeous eyes looking away.
random guy, i wish i could take that picture of you. to remind me of this feeling. from my groin up.
oddly enough. you are forever etched in my mind. filed under that time and place i saw you.
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