in manila
in one of those
solo travels
not having much
to do
i watch the movie
hello, love,
goodbye.
two women sat
two rows away from
me and in the middle
of the movie
i hear them both
crying.
it is just
i have nothing
to do much
that i happen to
watch this movie
and to cry upon
it would simply be
melodrama
uncalled for
and too unbecoming
of me.
when the movie
ended
they have those
shameful
eyes that went
read
crying over a
love that never
deserves
another hello.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem