This man loves me but I cannot feel his love I cannot see his love it is a different language spoken in places where I would never ever visit and so one can only wonder how did I ever come to be with this man if he is there and I am here if there is indeed nothing in his love that I can feel there must be something yes there is something there before but what was it where is it was it really him or someone else hiding behind the door or was he hiding his face all along this man who loves me did not show me his hand when I asked did not tell me his name when I called did not bare the secrets of his loins when I couldn’t come and so I feigned to see feigned to feel feigned to know until the cup of faith became empty and so I was but feign to be who I am for as long as this man loves me I do not know where else to go but back no use fighting struggling when there is no strength save all strength left for breathing.

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Monday, April 28, 2014

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