Akala ko tapos na ang mga umaga ko na naiisip kita.

Sa unang sulyap sa realidad mula sa mga panaginip na dagliang nawawala, ikaw ang una kong nakikita.
Kahit na wala naman talaga ang iyong presensya.

Nararamdaman kita.

Sa bawat pag pigil ko ng hininga.
Sa mga alaala ko ng iyong ngiti na aking isinasatinta.
Sa kadena ng pag asa sa posibilidad na mahagkan ka at hindi ako makawala.

Sabi nila, ako daw ay tanga.
Dahil minahal kita nang sobra.
Pero hayaan na.
Siguro nga tama sila.

Sana sa susunod hindi na kita maisip pa.
Sa totoo lang, ang sakit sakit na. Parang hindi ko na kaya.
Gusto ko nang bitiwan ang pangalan mo na nakakabit sa salitang, "Sana".

Puddles of water
slip your neck
an ever changing
face

while you cry tears
welling not from humanoid
eye ducts
but a patch
of cornea.

It sloshes you
on rainwater
as sea foam rises
from your torso.

Poseidon’s chariot
rolling by.

Some say there is nothing more beautiful than the sunrise, and how the sun's lips lightly spin over the face of the earth and bathe it in soft colors, a gentle reminder that the darkness is over.

Some say there is nothing more beautiful than the ocean, because no matter how far they're swept away, the waves always find their way back home to shore, healing it over and over again.

Some say there is nothing more beautiful than galaxies, and how no star tries to outshine the other, every form simply coexisting in a dance of unnamed colors; in space even death is a sight to behold, a firework display of moondust and leftover breath from the mouth of God.

Yet I have to disagree, for I have never before seen anything as beautiful as love in its purest form--- conquering death, every sliver of fear, every earthshaking storm.

For loving you is sunrise, we have seen each other's midnight yet still we choose to forgive, knowing that when light breaks it covers even the places we thought were beyond love's relentless reach, and

Loving you is oceans of pushing and pulling, hurting and healing, but we have promised to be there through high tides and low tides, because I know your moon will always draw you home to me, and lastly,

Loving you is galaxies. I have never before felt anything so alive, so vast that even after claiming we know all the coordinates and all the corners of our maps, we still are only brushing the surface of our solar systems, and there are still so many colors, so many flames, so many meteorites we still haven't named, but that's okay because loving you

is only the beginning. Thank you for choosing my hand for yours to hold on this crazy, everlasting journey and maybe one day we'll find the right words to compare what loving you is like, even if we both know there aren't any. Oh, there aren't any.