nightlights

Written in a traffic jam on 20:38, 12.07; somewhere along EDSA, between Magallanes and Makati.

The night sky
looks down on me,
devoid.

Only these faux stars
of these fifteen minutes
pretend to return my gaze,
as I amble along this labyrinth of
concrete, asphalt and steel.

They
the same ones
who ate the real occupants
of the sky,
claiming it for their own.