You’re still the name on the back of my notebooks,
When I asked you, “Do you still remember our song?”
Maybe the reason you said no, was because we were working on another one. A happier song, a song that can be played for ages. I’ll cling to that. I hope you’re writing that song now. The silence has become deafening.
but between bursting and disappearing,
the stars lay themselves for the world to see
against the splash of colors in the sky
and for a while, a person looks up,
and clings to the hope a star may give
cling to my poetry, love
and know in your ablaze heart
that even if I am as cold as a corpse,
you start a fire in me and give me my air
let’s hope it won’t burn me to ashes
now, do write this down
The dance we shared was a different kind;
But how is boxing a dream, how do you turn away from education because ‘I won’t need to look for x in algebra, because I see the x in your gut and I’m going to punch it so hard, x turns to ko’? The media should be more careful about what they say. Boxing is a sport, it’s not a profession. Sure, it brings money. Lots, actually. But you do see Manny Pacquiao studying law-related policies for politics. Boxing will never be enough.