After the Typhoon

2:24 a.m.
the sound of air conditioning

The typhoon lashed out over Metro Manila two days ago, like an angry lover abandoned. The words he could not utter, he let the savage wind say. He compelled the skies to pour out heavy rains for all his arrested tears. And I lie in there, decrepit realizing my transgressions while his anger left everything in ruin until there was nothing left but darkness and eery silence. The gloom engulfed my heart and I tried to wash it away with my tears. When there is no idiot box to numb your heart, the past haunts you. Memories swirl around your head sucking the very air you breathe. I look around and see the devastation and yet I cannot help but feel light from the catharsis. If the only way he would forgive me is to severe all ties, I accept it. And in return I send him my love and my solemn hope that someday he will find love again. Someone to hold his hand while waiting for the train, someone who would dance silly with him in the rain, someone who will write him poetry, someone who will race him to the nearest traffic light, someone who will say goodmorning when he opens his eyes in the morning. Time moves in a straight line, where you bring nothing from the past but memories and the lessons. And as I move forward, I can't wait to love again with reckless abandon. After days of blackness, he would come like a surge of blinding light. I await him....