As I turn twenty; I thought
Of my past, I mean when I thought
Of my last days as a teen (Nineteen)
It came a point I notice some changes.
Some days where I had to be in the
Pain I took many out. Oh misery,
Sorrow and sadness. You came
My way with a blazing heat; You came
Out of nowhere. I could not run away
For you were in me. In other ways
You kept me wondering what would it
Be like when I am twenty. Now this is it.
I am twenty, it is as if You have faded
Into the darkness and I am in the light.
Some days I wonder when will You
Be back or not; it is not like I miss you.
No I don't. My expectations is that
You should never came back: Oh yes,
You are not coming back! I know You
Are not even dead. You are waiting
For those who are nineteen and waiting
To grow and turn twenty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem