When I Meet Her Poem by John Michael Elritz Gallo

A child’s play:
Jealousy, greed, fantasy
The horror of the game:
Seeming angry mob, snob, sob.
We all go through this bridge of time
For once,
You are free of thinking,
Of worrying,
Of reasonable crying.
For once,
You are free to touch,
To experiment,
To play all games.
Now, as I remember
The moment I pulled her hair
And made her waste
A tear of pain,
As I remember
How plays turned to quarrels,
And in a sunshine came a rain,
I spend a worthy teardrop
To mark my regret
And tell myself “Don’t Forget.”
The child’s play-
Now part of the novel
Entitled “The Past.”
The horrors now, still,
Won’t be forgotten-
Stuck at the heart
Of a mere dear conscience.
Since your hearth is far
From vision
From feel
Not heart,
Oh how I long
For waters to dry up
So I can travel by sweat
And by the time
Our spirits have again met,
We can play again.

This poem is dedicated to my sisters. I miss them already. They are currrently in Brunei with my parents. I am left here alone, but I’m not lonely. I have them in my heart and the memories are still in my possession. I will cherish all these things for these are the reasons why I still live: to relive the memories as I see them again.