I miss you, I guess

i'm writing poem
this early morning for you,

the sun has not yet wake up
he is still hiding his face--

in his thick blanket
the gray clouds in the east

and the cold breeze in the morning
still wants to stay in Cebu

and play with me,
oh i feel really lonely

i don't wanna wake up
i don't wanna stand up

i still want to hug my pillow--
your love in this early morning

whose breath gives me the warmth
against this freezing loneliness

i miss you, i guess....