On that Sole Reason

contributed by Reginald Tolentino


I hate nights like these,
when I have to work late,
the lamp's orange glow mingling
with the monitor's brightness on low,
dancing wisps over my cup of tea;
a droning air-conditioner debating a Colbert rerun,
that, I wish, I could look over my shoulder and see,
the person I've decided to spend my life with, sleeping,
reminding me; of why I'm awake.