“Ephemeral”
by Raemie de Guzman Tulabut

Even as a sad memory,
Let me walk with you
on your way home.

I was told
she's a melancholic story
but she's not;

I was told
a lot of stories
about his voyage
in lands and seas,
the places and traces-
rocks and its pieces,
the peoples and islands,
avian and crustaceans.

I was told
a lot of untold stories,
about the unwritten poetry-
of the books that are no
longer being read,
the words and hearts
filled with dread.

I was told
change is everything,
even brute things
has to be that way-
every dawns turns to day.

I was told
a lot of things but papa,
Have I told you jenny
was my favorites story?
not because it’s sad
but because I see jenny
in me;

Papa, you told me to say
goodbye but I did not-
I want to believe
I would be able
to come back home,
but I know it's a lie.

Papa, I'm scared of
leaving all of you behind,
that the closer I get the
further I'd walked
but papa, I'm more scared
of leaving you in despair;

I was told
she's a melancholic story
but she's not;

I was told
a lot of stories,
one of them is about
the dirtiest uncivilized fugians
that find their way home
after a long time.
Papa, I’m coming home.

Even as a sad memory,
Let me walk with you
on your way home.