silliman memory
twenty five years ago
at the port in dumaguete
my boat arrived
from Cebu
from Davao
and there was a little shower of rain
so fine and
my hair was wet
and damp
and there she was waiting
as i went down the stairs of the boat
lowered down
she held me
by her hand
telling me that her love
was true
and i kissed her
telling her
that my love
was as true as hers
++++++++++++++++++
outside the rain begins
and it will never end
++++++++++++++++++
that was twenty five years ago
for a love that never pushed through
for a love that should have been true.
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