I am swimming in
the memory of you.
Bathing in the sea
of lilies and pulped paper cranes.
Whelmed by pain, I'm drowning
in my own tears. Waiting
to be rescued. Waiting
to be loved again.
I stopped. Not because
I gave up. But
because you did.
I stopped. Not because I want
to move on. But you want me
to. This is for you,
my beautiful struggle. Farewell,
my favorite heartache.
Special thanks to:
Trina Enriquez for creatively cutting the lines of my short prose.
Renzo Viray for the photograph above.