The northwestern wind writes, "what's taking you so long?"
My microwave hums, "at least you've got a business"
The pacific waves of Baler calls me, "come back"
My new parcel's sticker says "do not fold"

The sun dances in hiding
My days dwindling

The monsoon breeze makes noise, "it's never gonna happen"
My fridge buzzes anew, "whatever the **** that was"
The distant dream of Siargao, "I'm in timeout"
My pile of books jokes, "that was a dream."

The clouds sings in poems
My time is thinning

The rolling eastern storms teases, "can't you see it's killing me?"
My turntable curses itself nightly, "get a new job or else"
The sweet kisses of Urbiztondo, "well I'd rather not"
My shell earrings whispers, "but what if?"

The moon stays writing
My nights fading