30/07/2025
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Somewhere from the depths of hows and hopes,
There stood the perfectly round, glowing moon,
Telling me that tonight, the stars confessedโ
โThe fifth one hasnโt fallen yet.โ
The first star gifted me a vision of a good night,
Spent with nothing but caffeinated truths and blazing dreams.
There, I stood, dumbfounded for what couldโve been warm,
But then, I asked the constellationsโโcould you grant me a second fall?โ
The second star conspired with my wildest imagination,
One that may be fictional, but I weaved with reality.
There, I sat, for what felt like an eternity of knowing and a lifetime of loving,
So I asked the constellationsโโcould you grant me a third fall?โ
The third star granted me the ability to feel,
Not strands of hair, but the purity I found in a dimmed soul.
There, I listened, continuously circling the loose red thread of us,
It was scary, so I asked the constellationsโโcould you grant me a fourth fall?โ
The fourth star showed me how our paths burned in distant skies,
Not too far, but enough to draw the lines.
There, I paused, not daring to name the thought.
So I cried out to the universeโโplease, grant me a fifth fall.โ
There, I stood for what seemed like a plethora of questions;
There, I sat for what felt like an eternity of pain;
There, I listened for what rang like a cacophony of total despair; and
There, I paused for the clarity of acceptance.
A clarity beaming from the moment I told you,
โThe stars are my favorite celestial bodies.โ
Not because the world loved the moon, and I wanted to be different.
But because millions of them could grant millions of chances with you.
Since then, I have never seen a clear sky above me.
Maybe, the constellations have finally agreed to grant me an indigo nepenthe.
The universe grew tired of me, for not embracing my misery,
So I kneeled, closed my eyes, and whispered to the sky:
โIโm leaving, not to forget but to remember it more clearly;
That in this ending, I will find the cold and never cast it away.
In this excerpt from the diary of fate, I leave my hands half-closed;
After the sun sets, I hope our stars align.โ
Here, the sky reflected its once mystical beauty,
And there, the perfectly round, glowing moon.
It told me, the stars confessedโ
โAsk, for the fifth one hasnโt fallen yet.โ
No, the stars fall without warning.
But not the fifth, when it waits like me.
So until our skies align again, I will be here;
Loving, thinking, forming a constellation only you can be granted in.
Somewhere from the depth of my hopes, past the north of always;
There, a star awaitsโfifth in line.
From the footnotes of my becoming, the constellations know:
That when the fifth star falls, weโll find our new beginning far from the ending.
That if the fifth star falls,
Our shared constellation will remain blazing.
That where the fifth star falls,
Youโll find meโwaiting.
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Poem by Robb Gabriel I. Basco
Layout by Rikki Mari C. Maghinang
