when it ends - deux
If this love has an ending credit, I'd still stay at the very last second until the darkness becomes it.
I'd soak up every tiny detail that retells our narrative from its shaky beginning to its sturdy middle up to the crumbling edge leading to the ruins of its end.
I'd even sing along with the melody playing as this story nears its finality. Even if every word in every lyric would leave me with burns and puncture wounds.
I'd relive the moments of mellow Sundays, sleepy afternoons and months of endless little surprises even it means I also have to unlock the prison cells where we have thrown all the worst parts of what we had, into.
And when it finally reaches its last frame, I'd restart the film. I would rewatch it until I could finally unplug myself from it all.
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.
