Ai

(in Nippongo means love)

Raindrops falling like the billowing skirts

of ballerinas dancing in the tv.

I gaze at them longingly

as memories of February nights

haunt my mind while I try

to compose a letter,

figuring out if I should say goodbye.

The cup lay empty on the table

Yet the after taste of the coffee

it once possessed remained sweet

but not like the way it was

when you came all dashing,

entering the doors of Figaro.

My hands gripped firmly

onto the cup of hot cappuccino.

Do you remember running away

from the buzz of the world?

And going to Tagaytay,

where chills brought warmth

to the confusion of our minds…

You became the answer,

the healing of a wounded heart.

Have you already forgotten

kissing me one April night?

your hands clasping my face

with such hunger that I never knew.

You cast a spell on me…

that I shall only look at you.

How I wish to kiss you again…

Hold you tight under the rain

and take away all the blues

along with the tears and pain

you gave me on my birthday.