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I think I’ve seen this film before
And I didn’t like the ending
You’re not my homeland anymore
So what I am defending now?
You were my town
Now, I’m exile seeing you out.
— 𝐸𝑥𝑖𝑙𝑒
Taylor Swift
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He is my town
that I never abandon.
He is may town,
as well as my home—
for almost three years.
He is Nathan.
“Babe? Imagine, makalipas ang ilang taon tapos biglang nakipagbreak ka sa akin kasi ayaw mo na, paano mo sasabihin?”
He was surprised and speechless but before he can utter a word I ask another question again.
“Ito pa, paano mo ako mapapaniwala?”
“Huh?” He was definitely clueless right now. Natigil pa nga ang pag-nguya nito sa kanyang siopao dahil sa tanong ko. “Naka-drugs ka ba, Aliyah?”
Sumimangot ako. “Sagutin mo kasi!”
Napailing nalang ito. Nang mapansing hindi ko talaga siya titigilan hangga’t hindi niya ako sinasagot, itinulak niya palayo ang mukha ko.
“Ano? Sino bang hudas ang sumapi sa ‘yo? Devil of Toyo? Devil of Arte? Ano?”
He never bothered to answer my question because three months later, I found an answer.
“Ayoko na. Itigil na lang natin.” Umiwas siya ng tingin, “S-Sorry. I...found...” mahina niyang sabi. Bumuntong hininga siya pagkatapos ay lumunok.
He look at me with the same eyes,
without the same feelings anymore.
“Alam kong gago ako pero minahal kita kaso patawarin mo ako kung sa hinaharap ko, hindi ko na nakikita na dapat ay kasama ka pa.”
It’s now a farewell because I was exile—
in his life.
He is still my town,
that I never abandon.
He is still my town, until now—
even for him,
I'm a just a random almost-stranger
(who’s been there in three years)
when I passed by,
and in just three minutes,
he bid his goodbye.
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A Poet's Pad
PoetryEveryone has a chapter they don't read out and -she's there. Trapped in those torn pages and owned a pad of poems about life, shits and, dark shaded tales. Photos that being used in this work were not mine. A hundred fold of gratitudes and credits t...
