kris aquino wears red on mondays

the other day, my new black slippers weren't enough to top up missing you.
i stood leaning sideways on the bathroom wall and cried.
sometimes, it's not true that love comes from nowhere.
it comes from hidden spring or perhaps a plant,
that likes being sung to.
(but still, it's there. of course, it's there.
was there ever a threat it wouldn't be?)

today, finally the blazing hot sun.
will beat on me when i finally submit that lovely paper i've been slaving on.
wherever you are, may the sun find you too.
and may you think good kind thoughts of me.