The Day You Leave Me
Dark spots bloom on my dress
as the skies open the day you leave me.
I reach up to catch the flowers
thrown by god in consolation—
is my sorrow shared by all?
But my hands cannot hold onto things;
you slip through my fingers.
These roses wither now.
I can only feel their petal touch
on my shoulders, on my neck,
their scent caught in my hair.
I have not yet wept, not yet gone
through the labyrinth of pain.
But the stone of my heart softens.
I can almost remember
when we were nothing but strangers,
can almost imagine the day
we will be again.
Christine Fojas is a Filipino-Canadian hailing from Las Piñas City and currently living in Metro Vancouver. She has a BA in Comparative Literature from University of the Philippines and works as a library technician at Douglas College. A list of her publications can be found at her website. She is also on Twitter as @chrisfojas. She is a regular contributor for Marias at Sampaguitas.
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