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No hero’s welcome.

No grand parade.

Is waiting for the door left ajar.

Only its creaking sound

breaks the silence. And the breathing air

of some familiar spirits. I am once-

a familiar visitor in this house.

 

All that remains are lifeless forms

who have patiently waited here

Am I? Like a hermit crab

occupying this once solitary shell.

Called to embrace the shadows again.

Recapturing the lost and faded

photographs and memories

of the distant past. Forgive me.

 

For I came back not to rebuild

your imperiously alienating walls

I have suffered to endure. The magnanimity

of this abode, on which I failed

to contain the tension. Conquering

the many days and the years living

in the fear that haunted me. As I

have walked away to seek my own.

 

Yesterday will be torn into relevant bits

and pieces. As mementos and snapshots

I will keep them at bay. Never again would

memories imprison me into its walls

like ancient ghosts wailing, begging

to bring them back to their immortality.

 

I will clear away the cobwebs.

I will swept away the dust, making room

on these lonely spaces. I came back.

To cleanse this home of its sad sequences.

I will peel away the white sheets

that has covered the flaws, the lapses,

and the many inconsistencies in our lives-

we are ashamed to show. But instead,

we kept hidden for so long.

 

I will open the windows, taking in

the sunshine and the country air

and hope- as its constant companion.

Savoring the remaining days

choosing to be happy. A pilgrim

transforming this house into a habitation.

The dappled lightness of my being.

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Fish crackers, salted

peanuts, chicharon

and Coke in can.

Five peso and fifty cent

fare to a jeepney ride.

I  inhale the pungent

breeze of the balmy bay.

As I watch the murky water

when the sun walks away,

its face hiding down.

 

The lamp post aglow

to your face, a pale moonlight.

Do you remember-

when I cuddle you

on this lonely bench? Together,

neophytes to tender love

leaning into each other, teeth

cracking watermelon seeds,

choc-nut, lukewarm Zesto

in tetra pack.

 

Do you remember-

Zagu and popsicles,

banana chips and chiz curls.

Love seems a butter

and salt to a popcorn.

A pink sugary cocoon

to a cotton candy. Sweet

melting, artificially

flavoring our infatuation.

Intertwined as alchemy.

 

The image of your smile,

glossed in tutti-frutti glitters

and sparkles like stars.

My tongue rolling

Halls mint, holding mild

mannered gasps of breath.

And there I was, restless

at your side, wondering.

How this kismet, a make-believe,

our promises, shall we keep?

 

Fish crackers, salted peanuts,

choc-nut and chicharon,

lukewarm Zesto in tetra pack.

Seven peso and fifty cent

worth of jeepney ride, I came.

Back  here in the bench

our memories of love

littered as wrappers.

Such is our promises we left

bobbing and drifting by the bay.

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It was middle of December, when an old friend pays me a visit here in Manila.  I promised to personally take him to the Mall of Asia to witness it in its grander scale. But beyond by simply accompanying him to see the mall, I would like to let him see my everyday.  My usual grind and the every nook and corners of my daily existence.

I have called my abode as a rathole.  A very intimate space where work and living connurbates into a more passionate grind of my architect’s life.  Being single and unattached, I almost had a little of everything. Enough for me to create my little kingdom connected to the world but tucked in the heart of this concrete jungled city.

I let him roam around the streets with me by the twilight. Explaining the memories I had with them attached to every lamp post and street signs. Quite sentimental a journey which I try to sanitize with good times with this friend.  And now, I had only glimpses of the past in the distance, where hope and peace radiates from where I stand.

And by the bay, we had a mixed chatter of yesteryears and the future.  How refreshing to had such a moment with a friend that is worth million postcards.  The flood of reveries seems like floating boats in the wide expanse of the sea.  And I can’t get enough, if not for the time that is too temporal.

It’s so easy to reveal yourself just by talking it out. But it is not easy to reveal yourself by evocatively revealing it by tangible things that defines you. It’s not easy to let someone see a different light of you apart of what is ordinary and stereotypical.  I have let this friend journey my life in  a day, where I had faithfully and painstakingly build in my early lifetime.

And its worth the walk.

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