1:43

I am missing the important times

Like 11:11

I almost missed you just now

But on random minutes

I see you staring back at me

I look at the time and memorize;

Like it’s a plate number to a moving car with no brakes

I got to keep track, or else I’d regret it

Or else it would turn into history

It’s 5 minutes after 1:43 AM

But at 12:26 PM the other day, I looked at you 

And saw you’re already staring back

The tall trees, the blue skies, and you–

All unreachable

At 3:23 PM, we bumped into each other

And talked for a while

Everything flowed smoothly

Except towards saying goodbye

Did I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like

I love you

At 1:52 AM just now

I checked my last message to you

And it almost made me forget the 2:46 PM ache

Just yesterday

I heard you, so I turned around

Like Orpheus, only Intramuros and I will ever know about

When I lost you, it hurt

I had been scared to mess up in front of you, Eurydice

I am the rotten work

1:58 AM Lit through the darkness

You are writing yourself again

Like thoughts of you are all I am

An alarm clock of memories

But since I dreamed of you I can’t seem to wake up

2:01 AM

In the second month of the year

At the second hour of the day

Should I abandon hope?

Am I too late?

But still–

Creating the next chapter

Doesn’t mean disregarding the last few pages

2:02 AM You’ll never speak to me In the language of a second chance

When I had none to begin with

2:03 AM, my back hurts

I will type as long as I’m going through something

I will write as long as there are things that could have been

And when the time is no longer that memorable again

I will sleep, 5 AM…

P.S. 

Sometimes you are the reason I look at the time

Sometimes I recall how I refer to you as Rome

So if you were a god, I know who you’re going to devour

The deepest part of the underworld shall be my home

And if you were a planet, I’ll know your rings

And how they are as many as the favorite number of mine

My feelings are not a myth, Saturn

Seven days a week, in every minute that passes by

But it’s 2:11, and I’ve lost all metaphors

My favorite day, do you have a clue?

2:12, Saturday is the one

And everything leads back to you

So I missed my wish

And had no Valentine

I am only stuck with the timestamps of our time 

Together

Even though I know you don’t feel the same

You can count on the fact

That I’ll miss you

Today

2:18 AM