Poetry by | August 12, 2012

You don’t know how
painful it is for me
to feel you, covering your head
with a pillow, hoping
that your wails of pain
become a secret, like
how you shroud the hurling marks
in your face with
concealers, powders and
smiles of charade.
Last night too, I heard
you packed your things without
even telling me what went wrong.
I am here, I am here
lying beside you and trying
to make you believe that
I couldn’t hear
your wails of pain.

Zarah Meneses studies in Xavier University Ateneo de Cagayan.

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