Sulangan Poem by Elmer Sayre

I know you will be gone
when the first rain falls,
in this far-away land where you briefly worked.

I know I could not hold you for long,
Your mind is always not here,
Your eyes told me so,
When we have our small talk,
in the open.

I grieved for us
for us, my dearest,
because when you leave
at the first sign of rain,
I will be left with the bones
of my ancestors, here in Barangay 8.

Glad you offered a candle for them, last Easter,
because that was for me too, bringing you
to my eternal sleep.

Good night my love.