"Answer"

"Answer"

by:

Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD

I

If I spiral out of control sometimes

would you be there to catch me?

Will you stop my descent into that blackness?

Will be the one to save me from madness?

II

I grow wary of the silence from your lips

You stay where you are and look at me

I reach your hand and feel the cold that is there

and you grip mine in return in tell me

III

Hands that are cold does not mean hearts that are cold

And things promised when young can be kept till we are old

And you smile despite that eerie silence 

And you say that I'll know when you whisper my name.

Optum. Bldg. N , Quezon City. December 25 2018. 3:08am