Of Silvers and Time—
There is an odd exhibit shown in the National Museum that no one could truly seem to understand.
It showcased weavings,
A rusted agimat,
Damascened swords,
And a leatherbound book that could never be opened.
There are bored eyes scanning over familiar names and places that were just points on a history test.
Dagangbulan;
Banawag;
Hume, Laya, Amihan;
And a Bayog whose name seems too smeared to be remembered.
There is a lady whose eyes scan over the memories of whatever remnants remain of lifetimes that happened eons ago. She looks with an ache.
A daughter,
A son,
Two husbands,
And a King and Queen that never looked her way.
There is a soul who has walked this land far too many times as a punishment, not his to bear but another's. He does not feel an ache.
For forgetting someone,
For loving someone,
For being someone
To that someone.
There is an odd exhibit shown in the National Museum that no one could truly seem to understand.
Maybe they don't need to understand.
Maybe...
Maybe they already understood it. But not in the National Museum.
In the middle of the pouring rain,
In the forgiveness of the dark,
In the comfort of a small kubo,
And the harshness of a large, empty fortress.
There is an odd exhibit shown in the National Museum that no one could truly seem to understand.
Not the immortals.
Not the reincarnated.
Not the faded,
And there is peace in it.
Time will always go on,
And the world around them would forever change.
There is an odd exhibit shown in the National Museum that no one could truly seem to understand.
Maybe they don't need to understand.
Maybe, they didn't have to.
And it was enough.
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