Ode

I will remember you this way.


I will remember you, vividly, sitting on a red chair with your back to me and you wearing an army-olive green polo, which is my favorite, looking out to the city; the only area in the office with a nice view.
I have never seen someone so serene in a place full of hustle and bustle.
I can't make myself sit there with you even if it's a room full of empty chairs and tables.
I knew it was sacred.
How you were sitting there communing with something beyond what my eyes could see.

I will remember your only wish, that is, to stay as human as possible.
That you will not let anything make you into anything otherwise.
You would walk away from anything without batting an eyelash just to stay a human being.
You are the first to say something that straightforward to me in a world full of easy-go-luckys.
You're a true gem.

I will remember how you walk so slowly and silent with its distinct heaviness.
I would always know it's you.
Towering over me, casting an invisible shadow every time you walk past me.
Or you would stand behind me, or beside me and you'd bend down to see whatever it is I was doing that moment.
Sometimes, you'd just push the back of my ergonomic chair down. Enough to tell me that I was not invisible.
But what's immensely better is when you gently rub the top of my head. It's what you do best.


I will remember you noticing the difference in my demeanor.
I would know because there's always a new treat in my table or a message.
"All will be well in the end," you said once. No, technically, twice.


I will remember how you sat beside me on the couch waiting for my answer to your question.
A topic that I would always dismiss.
I would never know why you asked that question, but I really appreciated that you did.
Because I saw another part of you that not everybody knows.
And you allowed me to.
I admired how you collect your thoughts so easily and how you try to construct your words in a way that I would understand.
There were times I still didn't, but you were patient.
I would treasure that moment in my heart and how you said you'd help me through this thing as long as you're still here.
I in return had bared myself. It was the shortest time I've been with someone and had already made me cry that way.
I thanked God for you right there and then.


You are the nicest thing I never expected to experience.

You are a breath of something wise, of something warm, of something too nice to have.

Something I will remember in the good and the bad.

You are written in my heart.


"Looking at you like a star, from a place the world forgot.
And there's nothing that I can do except bury my love for you."