My friend,
You don't know me that well,
So . . .
Let's meet, my friend.
Let's meet here,
Where you are,
Where I too could exist and live.
But I'm afraid
Of going inside and looking around.
What if I break a glass,
Or a dish?
Because I am clumsy.
Will I be forever tidying up
The trail and mark of the messiness
I make?
It's because I'm eager
To share this love I feel
That I might break your dishes.
Eventually,
I'll find I am dumb
And can't speak a word
Because I will stutter.
I am dumb
When sharing simple things.
Now,
Will you still meet me here?
- Abigail Anne Gonzales
Angeles City, Pampanga, Philippines.
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