23 September 2008
I parted the curtains to look
upon your retreating figure through the carpark
and saw you beat a straight path
right into a kerb
I shouted your name and you turned back
(in the middle of a text message)
laughing and said
"Did you see that?"
and my shout of "take care!"
rang hollow around the neighbourhood.
Right now there's nothing I want to do more
than to sit on a rooftop and gaze at
nothing but other grey rooftops and
crumbling brick walls
in absolute silence
but the truth is that there's no such sight
to be found in Singapore
and then I wonder why I'd always gone on
and kill myself yearning for random intangible things
like an atmosphere
or human actions which would strike one as
poetry in motion
or sighs that encapsulate all the bewildering loss
one can feel
and for that moment upon hearing The Sigh
where you ache so bad to hug the person
emitting it but refrain because
because
because
I really actually want to hug your soul.
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