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Even for just a quarter of day
or for an hour,
let me exhaust myself with you
and your thoughts
So that at night
I could hold on to those mem’ries
and cuddle them to sleep
Even for just a quarter of day
or of an hour,
You’d be within my reach
And I would feel your ev’ry movement,
gestures,
as though you are my own hands
So that someday, maybe someday
I would be able to predict
when you would blink
when you would sneeze
Even for just a quarter of day
or of an hour,
Allow me to take that portion
of your precious time
for it’s not to much to ask
for I guarantee it would be kept
in a safe place
where no one would be able to take it
or look at it, except for me
or you, if you want to
I’ll hold it dear, for how long
I do not know,
Maybe for just a quarter
of my life,
or of an eternity perhaps…

Julie Ann Sempio lives in the Philippines. She is currently enrolled at the University of the Philippines.