Euphoria

And so the spark hit the cigarette.
This is my way to forget her.
All I wanted was to drive her memories
away from me. They haunt me.
Even so, her smiling face keeps coming back
and it never stopped from bullying me.
And oh, the nights! Yes! The dark nights
when I lay flat in bed, motionless.
I begin to weep all over,
turned sideways and expected her presence
beside me. Then, a flash of an empty scene
is what I get.

I wake up for my daily routines and
set off to delve myself into the world.
Little does the populace know that no matter
how okay I may seem to be,
my body starts to crumble down,
back to dust, from where I came from.
Painful as it seems, that these are days
that I tend to see her in a sea of faces,
only to realize that she was never there.
And all of these because she is Mary Jane.

-jan kevin de quiroz-