I saw you last night
Walking while making heads turn
How long has it been?
Since we exchange empty glances that cut us to bits of puzzle.
I try hard to pick up the pieces
But you threw me hard
Now I’m falling like worn-out confetti in filthy rich Makati.
I hang on your parties
More miserable than a wallflower
I envy the waiters and the parking attendants
People sought their attention
While I am desperately wanting a speck of existence.
You ignore me and sometimes I’m quite happy with it
I’m being sent off by a deity
Though not perfect
More than mortally enough.
But often I am forlorn.
December 2004 Alex Grill