'Memories in the Rain'

Leaves fell down as the gentle breeze made its way
the sun shining brightly as a summer's day in May
I sit adjacent to the window pane and reminisce
the fragments of the past;
never-ending memories of my life passes by as
if every painful scene was meant to last.

Broken pieces of a fragmented past slowly seeping in
races in life; of struggles, sacrifice, losses and wins
each and every frame of the past defines the years
the happiness felt... and all the tears.

The affairs of the heart, and its seemingly complicated turns;
the crucifying feeling of my heart broken... and its torturous burns.
I had lived my life for what felt more like eternity
the paths of life I chose may have been for the best: utter serendipity.

With age came wisdom, and in wisdom I thrived
as broken pieces of my life slowly coincides
I had lived to see the years that slowly went by
and witness its fruits and its echoing cries.

It is at present, that I slowly begin to spontaneously realize,
that life cannot be perfect; that even if you fall... you have to rise.
That life was never meant to be perfect in its way,
that you have to live and enjoy each frame of life, each and every day.

That maybe life had set its own set of paths to cross
and that on every end, there would always be a place for a loss
That maybe someday, again, when I sit adjacent to the window pane
I would learn to love the memories I had left out in the rain.

written on the 26th of January 2009/23:20 MST/Manila