By Justine C. Tajonera
I would never let go
of your hand
though the current
of a flood might
be stronger than me.
And if your hand
should ever slip
from mine,
I would never
rest until
I saw your face
again.
Nothing would
stand in my
way.
I would comb
all the cities
until I lost my shoes,
the clothes on my back,
and forget my
own face and name
before the day
that I would
ever forget
you.
(Oct. 11, 2009)
Inspired by a true story from an evacuation center.
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