GL (August 31,1991 / Zamboanga City)

A Single Sigh

For every single sight i make draws many meanings...
it may be that i miss you,
that every moments that needs to pass by seems eternal,
and leaves me sighing,
it may be that i'm thinking of you,
that everything i'm thinking there i can find you,
and leaves me sighing,
it may be that i'm tired,
that a dropp of sweat gives me a glimpse of fulfillment
which leaves me sighing
it may be that i want to hold your hand,
that i missed the way our hands cluched together,
which also leaves me sighing
and maybe,
is simply because i miss the way i sigh.

by Geovanni Leaño

Comments (1)

I rather like the wording of this piece. You give a clear message to you readers couched in poetic prose Which I enjpyed alth my taste leans more towards rhymed and metered poetryough