By Angela Manalang – Gloria
I shall haunt you, O my lost one as the twilight
Haunts a reed-entangled trail
And your dreams will linger strangely with
Of a phantom lover’s tale.
You shall not forget for I am past forgetting.
I shall come to you again
With the starlight, and the scent of wild champacas,
And the melody of rain.
You shall not forget, Dusk will peer into your
Window, tragic-eyed and still,
And unbidden, startle you into remembrance
With its hand upon the sill.