The dropped pen.
Not a grand gesture,
no theatrical flourish.
Just fingers losing grip,
plastic tumbling onto the worn tile
of this Makati cafe floor.
By accident, your foot,
shifting under the small, round table,
nudged it.
Not intentionally, I saw your surprise,
a momentary furrow between your brows.
By accident, our eyes met
as you bent to retrieve it.
A flicker of something –
recognition? Curiosity?
The relentless Manila...
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