Baguio city, a memory....

i remember
that coldness of December

we stayed
on top of that hill
below us
all fog
around us trees
foggy trees

the glass window
is hazy

the heat from the fireplace
gives
the warmth that we cannot
give
to each other

my mind played on the
waves of fire
when all the lights are closed
at midnight

i remember
i went out of my room
went outside the house

climbed the fence and
stood there with my arms raised in surrender

i was too lonely
and did not know what to do
where to

i was broken.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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