Pic by Lee Swee Wei
Listen ……..
with little puffs
like a departing train,
the wind chases away the moon
tonight.
Softly ………
like wisps of mist
lingering in the hills
memories of you inundate
my mind
and touch me affectionately
like you did in those days
so long ago;
I weep.
Bygones!
Bygones should remain as bygones,
but the heavy silence
allows them in ………
till dawn.
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