The ghost of you clings

How many years has it been since? How many more to go? I think I thought fondly of you the other night, I'm not sure now. But I remember for a few moments, I missed you dearly. Then I did what I thought was the best thing to do for now. I placed my heart under my pillow. So that it muffled the sound, sight and smell of the comfort you once furnished.

Frangipani shelter
Frangipani canopy, Yio Chu Kang, Singapore

1 Comments:

Blogger aja-ng said...

The way I identified immediately with that..is scary.The way you put it into words, beautiful.

Friday, July 01, 2005  

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