Sunset, I've known you for so long --
a distant mirage, a forgotten song...

It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...

I used to find
your eerie smell on the staircases...

Again, June came -- uninvited,
shadows glimmer as I think about...

He was a curator
who speaks softly about...

Like the moon,
I don’t have enough lucency...

Dusky and shadowy flowers
thrive in the twilight of shuttered lakes...

Your tired eyes still glow.
They remind me of dandelions...

Your brilliance used to stain
this broken town with orange...

Manila, what does it take
to break someone's heart...

We seem like capital cities apart...
Everyone seems to be moving on...

Sitting across each other
on the jeepney...