A Story For Buddy (Part 2 of 6): Midnight Of December And January

This one tells of the one new year's eve I spent alone at the condo in Makati. Suffice to say it was freakin' sad. But I was sad that night. Recoiling at the news about buddy. Which turned out to be false (which in hindsight should have remained true!).

midnight of december and january

eight strikes and all i have is myself
the lights of the window turn the madness

nine strikes and i drift down to fill the shelf
the trip quelling the burn of sadness

the exploding heavens washes the past clean
forget you will, the thoughts croon

ten strikes and the outside claims back in
sending a distant reply to a smiling girl's tune

eleven strikes with the end of the race soon
i succumb and i fall, leaving the watch to the moon.

2.17AM
RGalang
05/30/2006