Maybe you're still up.
Maybe you're still staring out your window, looking up above the thousand stars that light up the night.
Maybe you keep counting how many times a star twinkle just to drift your mind from remembering our memories when we were together.
Maybe you taste your tears many times from the pain that you're trying to endure.
Maybe.
Maybe the wind makes you shiver as it sends a chill to your spine and I'm sorry I can't wrap my jacket around you
Maybe
the
ghost
still
haunts
you.
Maybe you're still looking on your phone.
Checking it from minute to minute,
waiting for it to buzz and flash my name on it.
Maybe you're still waiting for a calling icon to pop up hoping that I will call at 3 am.
Maybe I will.
If I can, I will.
But, I'm sorry I can't.
Maybe this is my fault.
Maybe it is all on me.
Maybe if I didn't die
Maybe you're still happy.
Maybe I can still see you smile.
Maybe I can hear you laughing.
Maybe I can still caress your hair.
Maybe I can take away your tears.
I'm sorry if I give in, I'm sorry that I let my demons drown me to the darkness I don't want to stay.
I'm sorry to think that I will be okay if I've done that not knowing that my happiness is with me all along. You're my happiness and I'm sorry for forgetting that.
Right now, there's nothing I can do but, to hug your longing soul and by a minute, as the clock still fleeting, I'll be gone. I will love you from there even you're still here because maybe
maybe we can continue our love that was challenged by life.
Maybe in the afterlife, there will be no maybes, there will be just you and me and the certainty.
Maybe...
just maybe...
in another life.
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PoetryThis is a collection of short stories and poems written in English and Filipino as our entry for the SOX Zine Fest 2020. With the collaboration of my two friends, we made this compilation with all our whims, fears, and musings into. I hope you like...
