The absence is unbearable.
Walls glow in the palest of whites
And sheets scream for her soft skin.
The hollowness within
Feeds on the unrestored visibility
Of the skies of a storm.
In my mind,
No desirous circles turn
For we neither push nor pull.
We are forceless.
In the letterbox, missives emptied of blood.
(Published, Philippine Graphic, April 2, 2007)
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