of this scoop of a moment
is all we have.
It is because, I left you
riding the bus towards the rocky road
of the way home.
The roads swirl like chocolate,
the same way hands swirl around
each other’s body
a coffee crumble jean jacket —
that has cracks on it the way ice cream does;
but ours does not melt in the sun.
Ours, stay cracked.
that single scoop.
Frozen in the fridge of our memory.
*”In Bali, Sayang means love. It is a a scooping motion, an embrace of something that cannot really be held, something that can slip through. In the Philippines, we say sayang when something precious is lost, when something slips through before your eyes in the most unguarded, even careless of moments. Sayang. Aku sayang kamu.
-This Lady is Cold Blog, 26th November 2012
**Pity indeed (trans. Filipino)