a fren said that she's on her way today,
after so many years.
yah, it must be a long long time.
the seasons come and go,
the hair, lesser and whiter,
so many years after the whole thing.
naive not the word to describe it,
rather wishful
and obsessed
or possessed?
waking up early,
brazing the morning breeze,
awating for that cab of hope
that brings joy for the day
joy that never meant to be
sungei, park, and bay
office, cinema and late nite functions
letters, emails, sms....
all gone to the bitter winds
heart racing, blood simmering, mood soaring,
no clue of
what heart ache to come.
hurting, deep, deep
the one who's not supposed
to know what's going on.....
happy birthday
many more to come
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