Mirage

Felt it was.
Thought it was.
But…it wasn’t 

I saw you…
smiling.
I felt your lips
kissing mine.
But when the amber’s gone
you vanished.
In thin air
you disappeared. 

The cinder is our only chance
but it has now turned to ashes.
The wind has blown away
the faintest flicker of hope
that there’s a “you and me.”

But…
It can’t be… shouldn’t be.
The “you and me”
is nothing
but a “could have been.”

You were there
or so I thought.
But you were never.
Or shall I say…
you should have not been there.

Everything was indeed perfect.
Or so I thought.
But everything is nothing
… but a mirage.

But I could still
hold you
kiss you…
that’s when you visit me
in my dreams.
Only in my dreams.
For the “we”
is but a dream.
And you
…. just a mirage.

About M.A.D. LIGAYA

Teacher-Writer-Lifelong Learner M, A, and D are the initials of my two first names (Massuline and Antonio) and my mother's family name (Dupaya). Ligaya (a Filipino word which means happiness in English) is my family name. MAD is actually one of my nicknames aside from Tony and Ching. My full name is Massuline Antonio Dupaya Ligaya. Many times I was asked the question "Why do you write?" I don't write for material rewards nor adulation. When I write poems, stories, and essays, when I do research, the process of creating them gives me immense joy and seeing them completed brings me great satisfaction. I don't write for cash incentives, "likes," and "praises." I would be thankful should I get those but the happiness and sense of fulfillment I get while doing them and completing my works are my real rewards. Is teaching difficult? No! When I teach, I don't work but I play. My educational philosophy - "The classroom is my playground, the students are my playmates, and the subject is our toy." I am a lifelong learner too. My daily goal is to be better than I was yesterday. It's difficult, but it's worth the try. It's not for what I get from doing it but for what I become. Proud to be me! Proud to be a FILIPINO! TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

Posted on July 29, 2021, in Creative Writing, Poetry, Tula and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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