By: The Millwright
Graphics by: Sean Carlo O. Samonte
Photo by: Kaizer Zeth R. Cabrera
In memory, you're a flower.
I am but a humble honeybee.
I carry your pollen
wherever the wind takes me.
Your petals offer respite.
In your embrace, in your kiss,
I can’t help but allow you
to burden me
with memories to carry.
I fly in a daze with your essence.
I count on your sweet nectar
to sustain me in flight
in the journey to defy death
and time, to immortalize you
in all your grace and beauty.
Beloved, I will scatter you.
I will make sure you live on.
One way or another,
you will become a field.
You will be loved beyond me.
And if the harshness
of the world ever daresÂ
to forget you or hurt me,
I promise to honor you
and your memory
in the bloom of remembrance.
Exude your fragrance
in kindness, in forgiveness.
I will be kind. I will be forgiving.
I promise: I will never sting.
     For it will be the erasure of you—
     and that will be the death of me.
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