(Hango sa antolohiyang “Hindi Man Lang Nakita” ni Messandel Virtusio Arguelles.)
Hindi ko makalimutan ang kanyang anyo
Gayong hindi ko ito ganap malarawan.
Hindi ilang ulit akong nagtangka
Hanggang ngayon, dito, ngunit sadyang akin
Ang malaking kakulangan. Sa aking panaginip
Nakita ko siya sa dilim, sa pinagmulang-
Liwanag, anyong palapit sa akin.
Itinaas ko ang aking mga kamay.
Inaabot ko ba siya o itinutulak palayo?
Sa ganoong alinlangan ako nagising,
Habol ang hininga sa katahimikan.
***
Written for Interlude: A Night of Strings and Verses, my org’s pre-Valentine-p-p-party-slash-send-off activity.
***
“Miss.”
It’s strange how
That word can mean
Both longing
And foregoing.
But that first time
It was just a title,
Not a verb.
And only our eyes
Made contact.
Then our fingers met
And our thoughts flew fast –
Fueled by coffee
And the occassional reeb –
To a future far, far away.
I miss you.
I missed you.
I’m just not sure
In which sense
Of the word.
In the end,
You told me
I was always
The first to say
I was leaving.
In the end,
It was because
You were always
The last to say
You never would.
You can’t spell disappointment
Without a point
But right now it eludes me
Because right now
I’m doing everything except
What I’m supposed to be doing
And time?
I’m never sure
If there’s always enough
Or whether I’ve made a habit
Of letting it slip away
But of this much I’m certain
I’m tired
Of it always being this way
And while I know
I’ve said it many times before
Please let me mean it this time
