by Luis G. Dato

Waiting for you, I light a cigarette,
A pack, in fact, and all about the floor
The ashes flip — this late you’ll come no more,
Or maybe you’ll be late, you’ll not forget
That here for hours impatiently I fret,
And having waited long has made me sore,
Gazing frustrated at the empty door,
Expectancy converting to regret.

Tomorrow still I’ll wait however vain
The hours I’ve wasted waiting all the day,
I’ll hope that you may not forget again,
How I’ll miss you if you should stay away —
I’ll wait and wait, O do not give me pain,
Light be your step tomorrow on the way!

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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