'Sang Malamig Nights (San Mig Nights)

POEM 55: Everytime

Everytime, I looked at yesterday's picture
It is the catch "The almost"

Everytime, I looked at it, there's a joy and an agony.

A joy of being grateful for being able to weave an almost picture perfect memory.

An agony, everytime,

Everytime, I thought of the tragedy.

Everytime, I remembered how the almost turned into ashes.

The falls in my eyes are on viewing how love of fighting together turned into love of letting go.