A favor I didn't ask for.
But you did it anyway.
You made me feel
like a different person
and when our connection
pulls apart
and love fades away
who will we be then.

And Manila seemed *****
not like New York or Philly,
like naked street-kids and yellow skies,
drooling stray dogs lost in wandering packs.

But we chose this home
and now it is that.

A studio apartment
high above the trash
and the slums down below
piled and stuck together
by sun melted ******* and dirt glue
greets their new neighbors.

It's blank and dark down the pathway
under your bridge
the one connecting the life you earned
and mine I bought
and cheated for.
Take the first step
cooly convince yourself
its ok and cross
below the laurel overpass
to find you waiting,
hand open ready for
our single trek together.

If it wasn’t for darkness,
I don’t know if I could see.
Eternal night and black air
and sharp streaks of blue lightning
brought me closer to noticing
a convenient life ignored way back.

These shockwaves
and the pleasures of you
are not going unnoticed.

And I promise
these fleeting things,
these peaceful chemicals,
dripping between crevices
and cracks in my brain
aren’t going away.

This time might be short
the end of us might be rearing in
and I want you to know
I won’t ever want
to forget us.

Time is swaying
and broken,
white and blue static,
like a TV set
trapped and muted
on a damaged channel
that I cant change.
This remote needs batteries,
but at least this looks better
than Fox News.

No more
love for this world
make me forget
myself. I know
my heart is good.
Understand how
I feel like
I can barely speak