Izobelle Pulgo

Rookie (Moalboal, Cebu)

I Love You Still - Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

sometimes, tears fall for no reason at all. a song on the radio, that little bench in the park, those lovely roses in the flowershop at the corner - little remnants of a love story that has gone awry, a love story that ended, a love story that didn't last.

for every tear that falls, the heart becomes a little more cracked, a little more imperfect, a little more fragile. the hurt and the pain will always find a way to hide behind those little nooks and crannies of one's heart and just when you least expect it, that's when sometimes, tears fall for no reason at all. a song on the radio, that little bench in the park, those lovely roses in the flowershop at the corner - little remnants of a love story that has gone awry, a love story that ended, a love story that didn't last.

the hurt and the pain will give way to a searing numbness, blurring everything - the grays, the black, and everything in between. the rainbow fades, the sky dims, and the stars dull just as an utter loneliness slowly creeps in and wraps the heart in its gloomy veil. and when the numbness settles and the silence begins, that's when sometimes, tears fall for no reason at all. a song on the radio, that little bench in the park, those lovely roses in the flowershop at the corner - little remnants of a love story that has gone awry, a love story that ended, a love story that didn't last.

the silence will become defeaning and the loneliness - unbearable. the laughters, even pretend, will cease just as you start to become one with your mask that has outlived its worth. those pretty eyes will become a mirror of the murky waters that is now threatening to overflow what was once a beloved well. and when the waters overflow, that's when sometimes, tears fall for no reason at all. a song on the radio, that little bench in the park, those lovely roses in the flowershop at the corner - little remnants of a love story that has gone awry, a love story that ended, a love story that didn't last.

all these for a love story that has gone awry, a love story that ended, a love story that didn't last - for a whisper you've never heard, for a sorry that was too late, for a tear you didn't see. as the tears fall for no reason at all, i love you.

i love you. you love her.

i love you still.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 20, 2010



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