Don’t Go, Please Stay

I died last night.

In my dreams, we were together. We’re not talking, we barely used to, but I saw your eyes, your smile, I saw how you move- those movements, that smile, those eyes which I love(d). 

It felt so real and I knew it would not happen, so that dream became a nightmare. Six years later after I fell in love with you, and you were just ‘amazed’ of me, whenever I dream of you, it became so hard to imagine, so painful, that I feel I’m dying.

I, for the nth time, told myself to stop thinking of you. To spare my dreams with what I think about you.

For maybe, one time, I will not wake up anymore.


When I Lost You

I lost the power of using words

Rhythmic with music

When I lost you. 

I had not touched my pen

My tears had dried on my paper

Since the last time I touched you. 

I lost the wonder of writing

The joy of living

The love for everything 

When I lost you.


Pa, I miss you.

Pa, miss you.
Pa, I’m now working at the place you want me to be
Pa, I miss our late night TV watching
Pa, I miss how you request me to search your favorite actors from the 1950’s
Pa, I miss how you tell me to make you a cup of coffee
Pa, I miss you.
Pa, happy father’s day.
Pa, you will always be my man.