Like an aged fruit,
the longer I stay, the softer
I become, the more bruise,
but should I say sorry?
Unlike red wine,
the longer I stay, the worse
I taste, the less lucid I become,
but should I try to go back?
Like a lost language,
the longer I stay, the more
I become foggy, less graspable.
But should I cry now?
Unlike their stories,
the longer I stay, the less
I become interesting, important. Invisible.
But should I continue talking?
Troy Cabida (he/him) is a Filipino poet and producer based in south west London. His recent poems have appeared in TAYO Literary Magazine, harana poetry, MacMillan and bath magg. He is a producer for London open mic night Poetry and Shaah and co-founder of Liwayway Kolektibo, an arts and culture network providing space for UK-based Filipino/a/x creatives. His debut pamphlet, War Dove, was published by Bad Betty Press in 2020. Photo taken by Ray Roberts. View more posts
