At sight.

I look outside my working cage; I saw the Manila Bay, ships at anchorage, the blue skies, slightly dimmed by smog. From where I stood, they look serene... the sea looks peaceful. And those floating sticks look like puzzles.
I thought about you.
How many days must I wait until I see you again.
I don't know. Maybe I don't want to know.
This morning, I forgot your face. I forgot how it felt to be near you.
If it's good, then it is good. I musn't wail.
I almost cried for fear of forgetting.
Will you ever come back?
There was a slight tug in my heart; I felt guilty deceiving myself.

But for now, I wouldn't hang on. I can't keep my promise.