This poem was first posted in my lj account but because it was requested by a friend (who just had his tooth pulled, at masungit siya) to be posted here, I daren't say no.

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Scorched.


Ashen by the flaming fury

Of a memory.


Scorned.


By my beloved enemy.


Time tells,
 

Wait.


Until life turns

A moment

will be mine to take.

What was,

will again be.

When the moment calls,

My fire will burn

Steadily.