Among the Broken Ones

2. Hotel Rooms

I dont have to talk
about places when I travel
for I just visit hotel rooms
of different cities
like bees visit each
blooming flower to flower.

I might stare at the window
and search for a landmark outside
like how you gave ourselves
a chance
and you successfully found my heart.

All I know
was that love was generic
same, orthodox feeling
until you became my brand.

So I dont have to talk about feelings
when I talk about love
for we visit empty rooms
just to be emptied again.

Til the day we find
that elusive meaning
of coming,
and going,
and the spaces in between.

Til we find our own landmark
and final rendezvous
just like how I found you.