January 6, 2016
It's how many miles from here to you, and I always feel like you're just beside me. I miss you and your quiet mornings. The old McDonald's at Session Road corner Mabini Street where old men eat breakfast while reading the paper. Burnham Park and its non-tourist-y spots. The lake, where you find the occasional fortune teller. The haphazard decks of houses seen from the side of the road. The cool air on my face when on a jeepney. Long Johns. The kind cab drivers. And the fog. Hey, you, you're my favorite memory. Don't go away, please.