Extensions II

5,

Can you feel that? Can you hear that?

Listen to the aspirations in this sphere of silence I have long been in.

The silence I am still in. I chose to be in.

But, hear hear, slowly, the thuds are becoming--

becoming faint beats.

The screams to whispers,

Whispers to murmurs.

Murmurs to silence.

It seems that the longer I stay, the weaker my grasp, my clutch, my hold--

My hands are tired.

4,

Fainter and fainter, memory by memory until--

Wait, what was that again?

A little while more, I no longer know what I am holding on to

Much more, I do not even know even know why anymore

I look back and laugh at the wasted everything.

What’s left?

3,2,

Still there?

1.

Extensions I

1,2, 3,

I confess that I have this obsession

to clinging onto something, even long after it’s supposed to be over,

Because of the ever-recurring what ifs and

The persistent, lingering maybes.

4, 5,

Just a little bit longer.

6, 7,

Just for a little while.

8,

His voice haunts me as I try to sense a little bit of chance

I will wait for even just a weak gesture,

Because maybe, just maybe.

How long have you been waiting?

Just a few more incidences, just a little while longer in this silence.

9,

Savoring every second left in the long overdue deadline I have set.

Vainly. Prolonged.

Deliberately, tirelessly, pathetically extended for years.

10,

Until when will I endure?