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Eryk Katimbang

Letters of Reminisce


Illustration by Katrina Dagdag


Dear Agnes. May you have a fine day!

It is me, hailing from the illustrious dream I know and love,

Within the confines of where I lie in horror,

Delving deep into the nightmare where I cherish my lying mirror


How is your day? Do you still remember me?

I haven’t heard much from you since that winter night,

It was a dreaded day where I came to see

The message where you departed towards the starry sky.


But that is not something for me to believe,

For you are alive and well

Inside my mind, you still smile in a twisted image as I weave,

The happy ending where we dance and laugh at the mouth of hell.


I see you laugh, but you frown at my face,

Are you not happy that we are together?

Within this blurry and romantic haze

In the advent of this illusion that maybe heaven’s tether?


It is but a place where there is only us,

While the world drowns in its own cruelty

We are the last to stand,

As lovers in this twisted paradise reigning its own novelty.


Are you not amused?

Then, I give you the head of the person who took your life,

Staining my robe of innocence for the muse I desired

In this hellish fantasy where I declare you my wife!


Tell me love. Tell me your desires!

And so it shall be done!

Even if our place in heaven will burn beneath the fires

So shall we sin once again to see the last setting sun!


But… where art thou? Have you forgotten our promise?

That we would embrace again in lament,

Forgetting the past away with just a mouthful kiss

As we swear our oaths beneath the church bells?


Why does your voice still ring silent in my head?

Do you not have something to say?

Am I to tread the lonely road ahead?

Burdened by loving you this way?


Agnes… How long have I missed you so,

While waiting and quelling the mind that refused to let go,

The same who still believe you alive but wonder

Why am I seeing you six feet under?


Agnes, release me from the mind that is my own,

Against the thrashing voices that still lingered,

In the world where I lie and moan

about a heart whose love had all but withered


But then again, this letter is pointless,

I still thank you for listening nonetheless.

May our fates again cross and entwine

Sincerely, Rosaline.

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