1... 3... 5... 7...
B-b-b-beep-beep.
Late. As always.
Late? More like early.
I'm in.
Second to the back,
With plugged-in earphones,
Nostalgia takes its toll.
I lean back and let my eyes close.
1... 3... 5... 7...
B-b-b-beep-beep.
Late. As always.
Late? More like early.
She's in.
Damn. I thought it was you.
Second to the back,
In the midst of silent prayers,
Nostalgia takes its toll.
I lean back and the tears roll.
1... 3... 5... 7...
B-b-b-beep-beep.
Late. As always.
Late? More like early.
We're out.
And I finish the lost routine.
Second to the back,
Respectfully on bended knees,
Nostalgia takes its toll.
I stand up and let it end.
More like begin... all over again.
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for some reason this reminds me of when i would always be late to liwanag for the rosary, heh.
The repetition has a good effect.
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