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Maryjo Bautista

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I can still remember that day —
I saw you standing in that narrow pathway
I walked passed by the crowd and tried to skate
you smiled at me sweetly — albeit I’m late

Your words flowed so seamlessly as if you practiced on repeat
tachycardia — my heart danced along with the jazz beat
I had let you guide the way as I hold onto you
tongue-tied —
as if all the words inside me had flew

It was one Summer Monday when we visited your father with certainty in your eyes, you introduced me as his future daughter…

Maryjo Bautista

Reveling in the sheer pleasure of words. | Writing my thoughts on books I have read. ✉

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