The Rapture

Okay, the dreadful has just happened.
Don't tell me it was unexpected.
You knew it would come
like the cliches in your poetry.

She just told you:

"pero parang nagugustohan ko na rin siya"

A whisper to the ear can be a scream
to the soul. How emo
in your writing can you get?

She knew you were into her.
Remember the unsent messages
inside your college dorm drawer?
What about the song in the key
of memory minor?
You wrote that for her last year.

Of course, she told you then:

"parang hindi mo ako kilala"

Now, write an elegy in sonnet form,
if you can.
But you were never good at it,
never good enough--
the poetry, the songs,
the dead language, the coffins of wind,
even the proper exhalation of smoke

There's a gray sunset.
(It was a yellow afternoon)
Take a picture.
Maybe, it would feel better--


Now you know why
April is the cruelest month.


P.S. Your writing style is pathetic. Fix it.