Lost Dime

I was then alone in a piggy bank as lonesome as a ship which suddenly sunk. Pennies, nickels and dime which I was the same. Amidst the total darkness, you came. The first time I saw you, I was beguiled by you, we became more than friends but still less than lovers and we compromised that love is out of matter. To be here with me, saying goodbye was never and so my lonely world turned to a world of laughter of love, sharing and even lovely care. The world which I was the only one before became a loving home with an open door. But then, I secretly enraptured and decided to drift apart, what a painful feeling I had

Days passed by since I left but our memories I still kept until someone told me you’re gone. What a foolish thing I’ve done

– Pimentel, Keruviel D.