I have lost count of all the autumns
that we should be together,
the last time the leaves fell,
was our last fall.

ika-labintatlo ng Agosto,
naghihintay ako ng sulat mo.
Maghapong nag-aabang sa tapat ng pintuan
inaasahang darating ang kartero
dala dala ang liham
ngunit walang napala, marahil ito na ang hinihintay na babala.

Why do you keep on studying me
like I am some kind of theology or new philosophy
that will open your mind to an enlightenment
or solve an unsolved mystery?

You may be the sine qua non in my every breathing.