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There is a reason:
Why you loved me.
Why you were bored.
Why you changed.
Why you left.

But the reason?
You don't want to talk
Neither do I.
Whatever.

The reason was made in silence.

Is there no way
To spell it out-
The reason, I mean . . .

Love breaks.
Friendship ends.
Anger spreads.
Guilt bothers.

But no one shouts it out:

That tiny delicate reason
We will never learn.

© Sotera Catayas

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PROSE 
CINQUAINS 
SEPTEMBER 11
SOLOS 
SETS 

  ELBINA BATALA
  Heart
  There Is No Silence

  CARLENE SOBRINO
  BONNIVIER
  Surface Tension
  Fog
  Breakfast
  Haiku

  LUIS CABALQUINTO
  Red Layt
  Kay Emmanuel
  Mahiwagang Umaga

  SOTERA CATAYAS
  Only Pride
  Mixed Feelings

  GLORIA DEL
  CARMEN
  This Death
  Mad World

  FELIX FOJAS
  Orange Grove Road
  Far Country
  Ithaca

  ELMER OMAR
  BASCOS PIZO
  17 Ways of Looking
    at a Brown Man
    and Woman

  Fish Sauce
  Black Dog

  AL SANTOS
  Pasensiya na Po
  Unang Umaga
    sa Europa

  Dalawang Pulis,
    Dalawang Pinoy

  Dinuguan sa Tren
  Bulaklak at Tren
    sa Tagsibol

  Pag-uwi

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