Anyo

(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.

 ***

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Dissonance

Written for Interlude: A Night of Strings and Verses, my org’s pre-Valentine-p-p-party-slash-send-off activity.

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“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.

While waiting for the coffee to cool

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