Seven Years Later, Driving Home

By Justine U. Camacho

It is impossible to fall in love again
for the first time.
the first blush, the heart quickening,
racing madly with a secret:
these things happen only once.
Yesterday, in the car,
only half-listening to a song,
I remembered.
And in my mind, I turned around.
If I had known that I would never
see you again.

If I had known that afternoon in August,
I would have stayed rooted there.
Watching you.
Nineteen yet and dreamy.
I felt the years deaden me, one by one.
And all the headlamps around me
blurred.
It was so sweet,
even to feel
that wound again.






*This poem was lifted from the book One Hundred Love Poems: Philippine Love Poetry Since 1905, edited by Gemino Abad and Alfred Yuson. What can I say? fuck love. Hate love. Love love. There's no way out. Might as well find that "perfect peace." Maligaya, makabuluhan at payak na araw ng mga puso sa lahat.