Dowee's

Place

I’ve always misplaced things
keys and books,
and gadgets with the span of losing and finding
stretched out for weeks at a time

sometimes, I misplace people
leaving them in the wrong places,
or the wrong memories

I saw you on a street smoking,
Then I saw you on the rooftop of my old building,
You said you liked smell of basil

You were hiking with me to the top of Mt. Makiling,
you were wearing a gold watch, you said you fell in love with me
there were a lot of words you said,

sometimes, I misplace words
or their meanings, or the way
they should affect me

you said you could stay,
I dwelled on the fact that you could.

I misplace even myself,
within occasions, within affairs 
that aren’t my own to claim