a tall guy in black shirt and red short with soothing voice and broad shoulders;
that old park full of plants and trees;
and in front of it , a store of street foods
the freezing cold breeze of the wind
the dark windy night of December
the scent of that crocodile cologne
the ringing sound of phone call
the song cheerleader of OMI
the taste of the coffee
and a puff of smoke from cigarette
that perfect smile of Joker
that perfect cone shaped mayon volcano
that province called Bicol
the first letter of relish
the unplanned pictures taken
and all the forbidden meetings
I can clearly remember these things
how can I forget?
they all remind me of somebody that I used to know
memories are only memories
I just remember
©loona
L