Ate*
another year had passed.
It is again
the twenty-third of June
as I turn a year older.
Or is it just here?I only see California
in movies and television shows
but I'm sure
people age there too.I dont know
how promises really works
but I'll just hope
they unfold to something stronger.Funny, how we measure and count
distance and time,
even love---
but dont really know
what it means,
grasping that amount
for your long silence
is evidence enough.(Ate, is a Filipino term of endearment for an older sister.)
YOU ARE READING
Among the Broken Ones
PoetryA collection of thoughts struggling to find some meaning.