To P.Noval via Dapitan

By Meilkuiazjuh Vargas

So when you zipped your hands into mine
The world grew darker and drifted past the silhouettes
that even we once hid on

the resonating alibi of street lights that
glimmer against the moon tells sleeping
flowers

that one can be so different
yet feel so much a like

the drifting shades of city buildings
parade as we marched into the darkest of
the evening,

bombarding our loud beating
hearts with silence. sewing our souls
into a love poem no one dares
to hear