They whispered in a soft, delicate voice.
She always remembered.
How the wind tasted
How the sand felt between her toes.
How the waves broke in the shore.
How the seagulls aligned in the sky.
And how the ocean willfully took her man into its cold, unknown depths,
like sea foam dissolving into concrete nothingness.
(Tuwa, Nueva Ecija, 16 July 2011)