Here we are.
Standing with you on a stage.
Certain that our music will never age.
In front of people whom we are suppose to delight,
but you'll never know what I look forward every night.
I'll never see myself do anything else much less do this with someone else.
Because it will never be right.
Doing what we've loved to do.
Settling with the only way that I can be with you
Staging a chemistry that will neve come true.
We sing songs together,
But unlike how you sing the songs as they are
I sing every word
Like a joke half meant
Like an infatuation taking its chance
Like an out loud hidden confession
Like a romantic oxymoron
Like how I hate you as I long
Like the “I-love-yous” in our love songs
I wish somehow the resonance of my humming will be felt more than what your ears can appreciate.
I wish somewhere in the notes I reach, It will reverberate well that even the words I intend to hide between the musical distractions shall betray my cowardice.
Or shall I be forever singing the words I can say to you?