I actually went back to the old sites and made-halughug sa mga past alaala’s (ano ba? Past na nga, alaala pa). Meron palang answer ang natuturing tula. Kaya heto.

First poem here

I miss you.
You know who you are.

You, who had been with me for the best part of my life.
You, who had seen me through all my ups and downs.
You, who had been my best friend and closest confidant.
You, who always made me smile with just your mischievous smile.
You, my secret crush in college.
You, who always pinches my cheeks.
You, who enjoyed stroking my hair.
You, who made ‘love’ my name.
You, who you always poke.
You, who think with your finger on your chin.
You, who smile then hide behind your fan.
You, with your left-right-touch hair technique.
You, and your Los Banos stories.
You, and your game collection.
You, and your game lingo.
You, and your endless stories on Thief.
You, and your Netrunner.
You, and pinchable cheek bones!
You, and you’ve got most of my gadgets.
You, and how you want me to choose your clothes.
You, and your favorites nike shoes.
You, and your slacks.
You, and that blue polo I loved on you.
You, and that hairspray smell.
You, and our travel escapades.
You, and our book hunting sorties.
You, and our endless geeky conversations.
You, and our bunch of piglets.
You, and our jeepney/motorcycle rides home.
You, and our egg addiction.
You, and your Dune and Tom Clancy.
You, and your FHM collection.
You, and your computer font handwriting.
You, and your sexy table tops.
You, and your freak facial hair.
You, and your 8 spicy siomai with coke.
You, and your cramps when I get drunk.
You, and your pouty ‘eeeee’.

I miss you terribly.
And that stupid hair of yours
You know who you are.
You, who stole my heart.