Lying on the street
between Taft and Vito Cruz
soaked in a puddle
drenched and looking forlorn
was half a chocolate heart.
where could its other half be?
Is it lying at some forgotten corner?
Staying, hoping, and waiting for forever?
And if by some miracle, they do see each other
would they still fit together?
Uneven edges and all? Would it be that easy?
Wouldn’t it be messy???
But wait …
I guess the biggest question of all is —
can we really call this dismembered remain a heart at all?
Does a heart remain a heart, even when it’s not whole?
And while I thought of this,
a passing jeepney backfired
startling a poor soul walking by
causing him to jump and step on
that poor half a chocolate heart.
Ah, what a horrible end to this story
For now we know
the two halves would never meet,
for our half a chocolate heart
is definitely crushed beyond heartbeat.
Yes, too bad, it’s too late …
and now, all I could think of
is how badly I’m craving for chocolate.