They say everyone has edges,
points where tolerances end.
But not you.
Until the day you died,
you were an open field
I wandered endlessly.
Your absence is a labyrinth;
I’m crying at all the dead ends,
wishing I’d find you in the corners instead.
Andrea Maxine Recto is a Spanish-Filipino poet living in Manila. Her work has appeared in One Art: a journal of poetry, the Santa Clara Review, and the Red Eft Review, with more forthcoming in Rust & Moth, the Long River Review, and elsewhere.