Her Multo

 

When people ask me with a grin,
"What’s your ghost? What haunts within?"
I laugh and say with half a joke,
“Sana graduated na 'ko, bro.”

But one night, the music played,
"I Need You" filled the quiet shade.
"There's a freedom in your arms that carries me through"
And suddenly, the tears just knew.

A wind brushed softly on my skin,
As if a ghost was breathing in.
Not one to fear, not one to flee,
But one who came to comfort me.

It wasn’t fear that made me still,
But something deeper, calm and real.
A longing wrapped in melody,
A hug from who I used to be.