RYUJIN DRAGO
I CAN smell the faint smoke of cigars. It’s all over my room. I am staring at the dark silhouette of a woman, standing right in front of the door. Kahit nalalanghap ko ang usok ng aking sigarilyo, naamoy ko pa rin ang halimuyak ni Lizah. I can’t stand her smell I want to cover my nose. It’s not because she smells stinks but I do not want to recall those sad memories way back when I was an inmate. Ka pag naaamoy ko si Lizah, nanunumbalik ang mga ala-ala na hindi na dapat pa binabalikan.
I could tell that her tears were already streaming down her face but I felt nothing. I have no feelings to harbor for this woman. I do not want to reconcile her.
Isang buwan na pala ang lumipas. Ang bilis ng ikot ng mundo. Akala ko hindi magiging madali sa akin na kalimutan si Lizah pero h
