we found repose on a banana leaf that you plucked from its tree that was beside a kamalig

i was busy savoring a coconut juice while you were busy murdering another fruit with a dagger

“someday, i’d buy us a house with high ceiling, tall windows, and a garden with your favorite flowers.” you spoke while you stared straight at a kubo that housed your childhood.

i’d like to tell you i could hide and live with you in a cave if this country is already breathing black

a home is a home only when i’m with you.