Hindi pa tayo nagkwewentuhan. Di ba
Halos gabi gabi, tuwing alas siete.
"Anna. Uuna na ako. Ikaw na bahala dine?"
"Hwag muna, Mang Romy, hintayin mo na ako."
Ngiti. Talikod. "Goodnight, Mang Romy."
Nguni't Mang Romy ...
Paano ka aalis nang di ko pa arok
Kung ano ang nakakasaya sa 'yo? Ang nakakakirot?
Paano ka magtampo? Mainis? Malungkot?
At aling pangarap pa ang di mo pa abot?
Mang Romy, aalis ka nga ba?
Marahil sa yong paglisan makikilala na kita.
How can you go, Mang Romy
When we haven't talked?
Remember, every night, around seven --
“Anna, I will go now. Lock up when you leave?”
“No, not yet, Mang Romy. Wait for me?”
But you turn your back with a little smile.
“Goodnight, Mang Romy.”
Mang Romy, how can you go
When you haven’t told
What makes you laugh? What gets your goat?
What drives you, irks you, makes you bleed?
Which of your dreams are yet unreached?
Are you really going ? Are you done?
Perhaps I’ll know you better when you're gone ...
(Written in tribute to our all around, well-liked, trusty Mang Romy on his retirement.)