Their insisting/incessant? Desire for me
To oblige my duty as the one favored.
but do i really have to?
Without filter, the trip's a hassle.
but i don't want to say that,
Less I want to appear rude or disrespectful.
so i deny their want and without minding
What i say next:
i always reply, and when i say always,
i do,
There's no more reason to go back to.
She wouldn't be there for me to return to,
Though back then she would herself go to me
Whenever i need a simple haircut.
She wouldn't be there to cook me my meal
Though back then when opportunity arise
She'll come to the city to prepare my favorites
oh, so few things i can remembers and perhaps
The one thing you'd always talk about
The earliest thing you'd never forget about me
To which truthfully have left my memory
Was when you carried me from
when we went to church back home,
I was so tired back then, so little and fragile,
On your arms with both gentleness and great care
And when we get back on our house's front porch
i suddenly got rejuvinated, as of all my vitality went back
As i jump off your arms and started playing again.
had to include jovial and playful beside fragile and little.
such an anecdote i can't remember and the only thing I can feel
Was you holding on to my arms as we walk upstairs or through pathways of places i can barely recall most
perhaps what i felt by then is what you felt back then.
To you i was and to me you are
A fragile, meek, but to be fair i know
That's not only how you saw me back then.
An unpolished gem that is oh so precious and if left be, someone or something will snatch me away.
I apologize if I assume it but i know that that is what it is.
i just know, I aint the favorite for just nothing if even such a common thing to you is a mystery to me.
And perhaps that's the reason i was the one loved,
For I too loved her just as much.
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