Baguio

The air was thick and cold
The haze seems forever in the horizon
I could feel the chill on my back
The summoning mountains
The moving pines.

I saw the huge boulders
They oftentimes fall from torrential rains
People walk side by side
With gaunt faces they walk slowly
On slopes and high terrains.

Surely this is bliss
And the ride that broke my neck
And made my head spin made it all worth it
Worth the wait that is.

“We’re in Baguio” she said
If i hadn’t held her hand
I would never know
But she’s there and I was there
And we were there.

Take me back to that room
And let those cold feet rub mine again.

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