A Short Story to Tell
Kierre sat at his desk, staring at the blank page in front of
him. He had been trying to write a poem for hours, but the words
just wouldn't come. He missed Rod terribly and he wanted to put
that feeling into words.
Rod and Kierre had been together for a month now, and they had been the happiest
days of Kierre's life. But now Rod was gone, working in a distant region for at least two
months. The distance was difficult for both of them, but Kierre found it especially harder.
Kierre picked up his laptop and began to write. At first, the words were halting and
uncertain, but as he wrote, they began to flow more easily. He wrote about the ache in his
heart, the memories of laughter and love he and Rod had shared, and the longing he felt
to hold him close once more.
As the poem began to take shape, Kierre felt a sense of calm wash over him. He
knew that his words would never be able to capture the depth of his feelings for Rod, but
he also knew that they would be a reminder of the love they shared.
When the poem was finished, Kierre read it over, a small
smile on his face. He knew that he would send it to Rod, who
would understand the words better than anyone. And so, with
a heavy heart, but a sense of peace, Kierre finalized the poem
via messenger and delivered it to Rod.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months until finally, Rod came back
home. And as they embraced together, Kierre recited his poem again, and Rod
understood perfectly as if it was his first time hearing it:
Damulag
Through life's winding roads, we stumbled and strayed
But hand in hand, we found a way.
Through troubles and trials, we stood strong
Our love’s a beacon, guiding us along.
In each other's arms, we found solace.
And in every kiss, a newfound grace.
Our struggles became but distant echoes
As our love for each other, forever grows.
With every fight, we grew stronger.
With every tear, our love was longer.
We faced the storms, and we conquered
Together, we stood unshaken, forever unvanquished.
With you by my side, Damulag,
I know I'll never walk alone.
Your love is my compass, my guiding light
Together, forever, we'll make our way home.
Kierre was taken aback when Rod suddenly grabbed him as he finished reading.
His lover runs his lips to his neck and every kiss was so tender that Kierre’s body feels
sensational warmth. They missed each other so much and nothing can stop them from
loving one another.