pagod man ang isip
sa ingay ng mga banyagang salita
pinalilingap ang puso
the tap leaks.
so does my heart,
the morning tears
on a bud
will not get
the empirical rules
of the heart
I still miss you behind the smile,
behind the shadows of each season;
between us I fathom none
but unspeakable loneliness,
July: the heat sears everything but those sheltered in the shadows.
In an irony, my day starts thinking of its end.
I am drenched in sweat; my gaze piercing through the translucent window,
now opaque in the layers of dust and of cobwebs and of time.
I won't ask you why you left the Loving Branch
onto whom a million you's still cling.
Neither will I question, beneath the cold shadow of your Tree,