maybe;

maybe i’ll return.
dancing in the middle,
death day, it’s a riddle.
do you have to make me dance
to the rhythm
the beat; the screech
bass drop, i fall
flickering lights
moths of the mouths
i bleed of eyes
tears of scars
did you remember when
you forced me to go?
well,
i’m going back.
i’m going to find
myself
in the middle of yesterday
as i left it
on the past of tomorrow.
it has been six months.
did you still remember my name?
or did i forgot myself,
in the town over yonder;
as the dreams fall and topple
and the rain of flowers singing
in your name.
maybe i’m going back to tanauan.
i’ll say hello to myself,
as i left a snapshot of yesterday
to be given tomorrow.
or maybe
i won’t
say
hello
to
you.
liar.
i’ll bring you back to the present.
and maybe i’ll thank myself
for bringing back the old self,
before i drowned on the apathy of never.
and maybe,
i’ll restart the cycle again.
it’s your fault,
anyway.