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 canopy, Yio Chu Kang, Singapore