The Letter Poem by jose de claro

(jose_de_claro)
3sept’06\4: 32pm

Another day have passed by.
Your there, while I’m still here, still waitin’
Singing to my self an endless lullaby.
Looking at the past;
Where many things were left unanswered.

If only I could turn back the time.
Those precious moments, when you and I,
Shared a diff. kind of an understood something.
I would probably say to you without hesitation,
What this timid heart feels,
Maybe the story wouldn’t end like this.

But I guess it’s impossible.
As impossible as the chance of having you back in my life.
Perhaps I would just be contented of giving,
As long as I know, that you’ve found happiness,
With the guy, you are with now.

Is this the thing they called love? Giving?
Giving without expecting something in return?

I write this letter, to let you know how I feel.
To let you know that my love is for real, to let you know that,
I’m still the same, I never have changed.
So if you feel the same way as I do…then tell me.
If not…just tell me. How it hurts…it doesn’t matter.
Don’t be afraid....just tell me!