A Love Letter Unsent V

 

I am so humbled by the experience of loving you and knowing this is my final lasting love that I treasure every moment spent with it.

TO BEGIN WITH

No walls can stop the coming of love and no clock can bring it back. Yet letters are still sent on missions armies couldn’t win, for love.

This is 5-of-7 of my "Love Letters Unsent" series. I wrote them for Denielle back in 2008 when I frequently traveled to Cebu and Davao because of work. I promised to post one letter a day before before Denielle's birthday.

I wrote these letters during my stay in different hotel rooms. They were called "unsent" because I only made Denielle read them after I came back home.

A LOVE LETTER UNSENT V

Dear baby,

I will drive home within the hour and you’ll be there. You have prepared dinner and most importantly, prepared yourself to receive me once more in your arms. How have I divined this with no prearranged signal from you, no flags raised, smoke signal sent? I know it to be so, that’s all. Our minds are so in sync across the distance that I can feel and see you moving in the kitchen as you check on your pork stew coming to a boil.

I finally got a haircut, answered some mail, finished a report or two and cleared the way for good times this weekend, so the afternoon has seen some of my life’s businesses removed from mental list. The office’s coffee maker is out of filter; excuse me for a minute while I save the day.

I am listening to music from Andy Gibb and Olivia Newton-John, and I miss you as they sing “Rest your love on me”. When I come home, I will sing it for you, meaning every word. I don’t know why this song affects me as much as it does but somehow I know the restlessness of the world has something to do with it. My heart was once a very tired entity, that was more than seven years ago before you came into my life again. I am so humbled by the experience of loving you and knowing this is my final lasting love that I treasure every moment spent with it.

Paragraphs like these last two don’t belong in a love letter but I suppose I’m trying to provide you with detailed information of how I am without you. And who else but you can I talk to about such things.

I get frightened only sometimes now, scared I might not finish all of what I’ve started, worried that a circumstance might keep us from one final embrace. Then I remember how much memory of you is etched in my mind and in my heart, and that’s enough. Although I draw from it often there is always plenty.

The afternoon is ending and I’m coming home. Before I sit down and fasten my seatbelt, I’ll be whispering for you, for us, ‘lay your troubles on my shoulder, put your worries in my pocket, rest your love on me a while.’

Baby

Raymund's Random Insights

Loving someone without holding back is the highest high of all.

Love is the coming together of two ordinary people to make one extraordinary being.

None of us is so rich and influential that we cannot be further enriched by love.

Poem of the Week

NOON PA MA'Y ALAM KO NA

by Raymund Tamayo

Noon pa ma'y alam ko na
ako'y mararating mo rin,
wala nang kailangang magpa-alala,
hindi na kailangang sabihin.

Hindi ko pinlano, hindi pinlantsa,
ngunit may dalang pag-asa.
Alam kong daraan ka rin
dito o doon,
maglalayag ka rin
sa mga dagat ng ngayon at mamaya,
hihinto at mananatili
dito sa puso kong sigaw ang pag-ibig mo.

Hindi alintana, malayo o malapit,
alam kong darating ka rin.
Nanatiling buhay ang damdamin
sa kabila ng mga kabiguan,
ng mga lungkot at pagkukulang,
dahil sa'yo... hindi mo lang alam.

Noon pa ma'y alam ko na
darating ka rin, lilingon ka rin
at magkikita tayo, mata sa mata,
hindi ka iiwas o tatalikod.

Nang ang mga gabi'y
nagsimulang bumagal,
pinilit ko itong pabilisin
sa mga pangarap ng yakap mo.
Puno ng pagsinta, tanaw ko
ang imahen mo,
ang mga ngiti mo,
ang mga galaw na puno ng misteryo.
Binibigyang tuwa ang lamlam ng magdamag.

Habang ika'y naglalaro
sa aking kinabukasan, alam kong dadalhin ka
ng bawat tag-araw sa aking mga bisig,
ng bawat tag-init sa aking tabi.
At kung ang tag-ulan ay siyang magsimula na,
basa at mahamog,
ni minsan hindi ako nagduda
na darating din ang init mo
sa pagdaan ng tag-lamig.
Darating kang parang bukang-liwayway
pagkatapos ng bagyo.

Sa pagsikat ng haring araw
maghahawak ang ating mga kamay.
Pagkatapos ay magdidikit ang mga katawan,
pupunan ang hungkag na patlang
na iniiwan sa mga buhay na walang kasalo
tuwing tanghalian at hapunan.

Nawala ba ang pag-asa ko?
Ni minsan hindi.
Ni minsan hindi ako tumawag ng tulong
o humingi ng saklolo.
Alam kong darating ka,
mahahanap mo rin ako.
Pupunuin ang buhay ng pag-ibig na ipinagkait ng nakaraan.

Noon pa ma'y alam ko na iyon.

(November 2006)

AND FINALLY

If one day the moon softly whispers your name, don't be surprised. It's because every night I tell him about you. Good night. Sleep Warm.

Thanks for stopping by - see you when I see you.