A good friend shared this poem to me in November 2005 amidst the great heartbreak of my life. I forgot about it until I chance upon it again while I was cleaning my gazillion work e-mails the other day.
It's once again very timely as I am about to end another journey to begin a new one. Read on. :)
FOR ALL THE GOODBYES
Silvia Curbelo
In a room not unlike this one
someone is always leaving someone else.
Someone blows out a candle.
Someone has finished the wine.
The single glove laid open
on the windowsill tells only
half the story. Try to imagine
the hundred metaphors for flight,
for endings, a door finally closing
and what is left behind--
the robe with its torn lining,
a scarf, cufflinks, an old shoe.
A man's abandoned overcoat
brings to mind train stations,
suitcases, footsteps
vanishing down the hall.
There is no mistaking
the closet door left ajar,
the empty hangers
like the thin shoulders
of loss, of distance.
If you have loved
someone like that
you have imagined his hands
opening other doors, unbuttoning
his shirt in other rooms.
Even as the buttons fall away
there is no turning back.
A dropped shoe is an island.
A scarf will break your heart.
I swear that this is the most "groupie/fan thing" that I ever did in my entire life! Since I owe my sister-in-law for cooking some fantastic eggs for breakfast the other day, I took her and my niece to the most famous house in the land - the Pinoy Big Brother House - at No. 18 E. Lopez Drive at ABS-CBN.
