Overcast

I was looking at him.

we were inside his room,

he was lying on his bed.

over his head, was the window

it was raining outside,

the trees rejoicing in the wet afternoon.

a tin canister on his table casted a pale shadow

over his pens on the desk

with his notes for his mom unfinished

I was just sitting there beside him,

waiting...

minutes passed by, hours ticked away

sunlight spilled weakly, spoiled by the rain,

raindrops trail down the windowsill.

he was no longer looking at the ceiling.

he had drifted away.

his chest not heaving,

his eyes closed.

i was just sitting there staring at him.

my stool creaked, feeding the silence.

the time had come, glacial and cold.

slowly, i stood up.

it's getting late and the weather's getting worse.

i glanced at the window... storm had come muffled.

Stronger.

Angry.

Muffled.

Reviews

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Love the concept of our seasons imagery, love the rain, the details of nature is stunning. The story progression is great and very engaging. The last 3 words magnified as the heart of the poem. Thanks for sharing this beautiful work.

[Eduardo Bautista]

you're welcome. and thanks to you, too!

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

In a relationship, there are always "ups and downs". Joy comes in different levels, and so do trouble. Storms come in a relationship for a test.
Nice poem. Keep writing.

[Eduardo Bautista]

Thanks! Sorry, ngaun lang ako ulit nakapagpost. Wow, may Filipino community na pala dito :-)

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Hindi ka updated? Masaya kaya ang Filipino group dito. Haha!

[Eduardo Bautista]

oo nga eh. hindi kasi everyday nakakapag net.