UNPUBLISHED POSTS: Dated December 2017
Glad that of all days, of the 24 hours, I saw you at that terminal station, bored as I was.
I stared back at you with cold unsettling eyes wondering to myself who is that guy in blue shirt with a friendly excited wave.
I frowned at you, ready to turn back my head when those chinito eyes finally registered to my dead brain.
I sat up steathily as you sat beside me. I didn’t know if I should smile back or I should lean towards you or away from you.
“You guys look tired,” you said as you tried to make conversation. So I took that posture.
You gave unsolicited updates about your life. I obligingly said mine.
And when I was ready to board the bus, we said our cold goodbyes.