B10:42
I wrote a letter to my old self tonight.
Sumulat ako ng liham sa dati kong sarili ngayong gabi.
It sits on my desk, folded but not sealed.
Nasa mesa ito, nakatupi pero hindi pa selyado.
I wanted to say how tired my feet feel.
Gusto kong sabihin kung gaano kapagod ang aking mga paa.
I wanted to explain why I chose this work.
Gusto kong ipaliwanag kung bakit ko pinili ang trabahong ito.
The hotel hallway was quiet after midnight.
Tahimik ang pasilyo ng hotel lampas hatinggabi.
I folded napkins and thought about you.
Nagtitiklop ako ng mga napkin at naalala kita.
I am not the person I was last year.
Hindi na ako ang taong ako noong isang taon.
Maybe I will never send this letter.
Baka hindi ko na ito ipadala.
That is okay. Writing it was enough.
Ayos lang. Sapat na ang pagsulat nito.
Some words are only meant to be said.
Ang ilang salita ay para lang sabihin, hindi ibigay.
The letter stays with me, safe and quiet.
Nananatili ang liham sa akin, ligtas at tahimik.
Maybe tomorrow I will rewrite it.
Baka bukas ay isulat ko ulit ito.
An Unsent Letter After a Long Shift
by @mark_tales