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by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko Aug 1, 2016
You've forgotten all about me --
windmills and cornfields in between,
you traveled with ampersands
and sonnet-filled musings.
East to west,
west to east,
you've been south,
missing sunsets, drinking beer.
I was north:
Bashi Channel, group of islands,
old Philippine map...
...do I even make sense?
Another seagull will die again...
My heart is as broken as this compass
I've been trying to fix for a week now.
You are my atlas,
And I am just an unfinished metaphor
you never made room for.