when I left,
I tried to unwrite you
off the surface of my memories
just like how I set every word
from every poem I made for you
ablazed until the ashes
became a grave in itself
but you were made of fire
and I am a fool
for trying to burn
a wildfire straight out of hell
BINABASA MO ANG
When You Left
Poesía"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.
