We had lunch in a great Japanese restaurant along Katipunan today. Katsu Café has awesome curry and miso soup, and it's cheaper than Yabu. (which has excellent katsudon and curry, by the way)
I really liked the miso soup. Peach-flavored Sola iced tea is yummy.
Here's a poem I wrote in the restaurant while I watched Lola eat. This is for Lola, my hero in a skirt.
I smell the miso soup and curry
though its bowl’s contents
have been long licked away
I see you when I look at her
Her eyes that wander and eyes that sigh
longing for you as I do.
Maybe even more.
She waits and speaks and fights.
I wonder if she wants to be with you yet
I hope not, because I need her still but
I need you, too.
It’s selfish, but I am speaking my mind.
The pain I felt
three weeks ago when I remembered you was physical
My breath came in short puffs
and the tears pricked and the leaves swayed
as I looked out the dirty window.
Maybe I was expecting you to swoop down, hug me,
and tell me you were sorry
for leaving so soon.
So, so soon.
It’s time to go, so I touch the small of her back lightly
and help her into the car
something you used to do.
I am not angry.
But it hurts.
Knowing that you never saw me dance
or play the piano
or walk up the stage to receive my diploma
Knowing that I’ll never be Princess Aurora
and you’ll never be Prince Philip or the dragon again
Knowing that as long as the sun rises and the moon smiles
I’ll still be here
I love her.
So for you, Lolo*, I’ll take care of her as well as I can
because I know it will make you smile
and that will make me smile too but I still miss you
and it still hurts sometimes.
*Lolo - grandfather