Ang Pagitan

Mula sa koleksyong Corpus ni Carlos Piocos III

I.
Kapag lumapit ka pa, sige, halika

lumapit ka pa, mawawala ang tunog, garalgal, gasgas

at sagasa ng mga salita mula sa aking bibig patungo sa iyong tainga.

Sapagkat hahalikan kita at saka mo pakinggan

ang mga sinusukat mong akala.

at eto pa

II.

Kung lalayo ka pa ng ilang kilometro, isang milya,

Tutunog ang katabi mong telepono sa loob ng opisina,

at sa ganito kalayong distansiya, ibubulong ko kung

natatandaan mo pa ba ang pangalan ko?

On another note:

Listless, lackadaisical... this is how I am these days. Zero drive, which is sad because we are entering shitstorm season in the office. But here I am, wanting nothing but to write snippets and fragments of poetry, pseudo-poetry, love and letters and... if only I can spend my days writing and hope for the world to be a better place. If only it were that simple. 

Just now:

Me: I didn't go to work today.

Mom: Tired? Not feeling well? Or not feeling it?

Me: All of the above.

Mom: Why?

Me: Beats me.

Mom: You want to come home? So you can recharge?

Me: Hmmmm...

Thank God for mothers, especially mine. They know just the thing to make you feel better. 

Yes, Ma, ikaw lang ang babae sa buhay at puso ko. Naks!

I guess I'm just tired. And a big wuss at that. So many things going on and I'm caught smack in the middle of it. You are not helping. And you... you inspire me. Thanks, and I'm sorry.

There, I said it.

Note to self and to you, out there, going through the same thing as I am, probably worst: It's going to get better.