Saturday
Night is Also Lonely
(by Lamberto G.Ceballos; published in Home Life July 1999)
The
office chores have already been put away
Inside
cold steel cabinets.
On
the street I am now a stranger
To
nondescript faces from nowhere
Only
to be gone in the midst
Of
interweaving scenes of light
And
shadows.
How
lonely the hours of one who wlaks alone,
Who
feels the pain of a friend's absence.
Here
in this KTV bar they don't care
And
don't really know if a song is sung
In
pain as a love of long ago did
Under
a golden moon after losing his bride.
You're
not here, my friend,
And
I cannot flee from the drowning
Loneliness
even when beer mugs clink
In
the dimly lit room that engulfs me.
On
the sill of my silence
My
heart becomes a wounded bluebird
Poised
to fly home.RESPONSES:
from: Ning Trinidad
GSIS, Tuguegarao 3500
Cagayan
Office, Friday July 9, 1999 3:05 p.m. - breaktime
Sitting all alone at my table, eating my ginatan and juice... I came across your eye catching title "... Is Also Lonely." I was thinking of going out on Saturday, by myself (as always) - on a bar - enjoying the music and at least two shots of Bailey's, then off to my bed at 10:00pm. Yeah, you were right... INDEED, "SATURDAY NIGHT IS ALSO LONELY."
from: Vladimir Lucero
DMMA Tigatto Road
Buhangin 8000 Davao city
Lamberto, my friend: Yours is a masterpiece created to touch my heart. -- from a NEW FRIEND Vladimir
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ReplyDelete... my life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man. i'm just a living legacy...
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