• Laments


    I could have read “The Fault in our Stars” but
    I chose to hear your laments about your
    ex who chose his ex over you.

    The pain in my chest is like
    an inactive volcano ready to burst
    into tears, my jealousy is a magma
    and all I can do is to keep quiet,
    to stay still for a moment
    until I could do no more.

    Listening to the same stories,
    same characters, same settings is more tolerable
    if you would only try to include me
    as one of the who in the where, when, why and how.

    Last night, I traveled a mile, walked for a while
    just to commiserate with you, to be with
    someone like you whose stories I dare not
    dream of having for I know that tragedies
    are better only for people who
    can smile and laugh despite the challenges life has to offer.

    Oftentimes, we would share tears and smiles
    over the phone for an hour or two and all
    I could say is Yes or No.

    There are days I would spend with you
    than have a day-off and rest with my cat
    whose stories are happier, my cat
    whose paws could wipe the tears of the stars.

    I could only feast with memories
    but you could never be one of those memories
    for your memories I was never a knight-in-the-shining-armor.


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