when I left,
the first thought
that danced around my head
was to trace my steps
back to you
but seeing you with a stranger
makes it as clear as crystal
that the first thing
that ran through yours
was to erase those steps
and pave a new path
for someone else
BINABASA MO ANG
When You Left
Poetry"when you left, every part, every breath every heart beat of your body slowly became requisite parts of my poetry." a collection of free-verse poems.
