so,
i caught the bus at the earlier time slot,
so that i may bump into him.
i took my book to read at the grandstand,
so that i may see him run.
he dropped F.Maths and took art,
so that he may paint with me.
he skipped class and shared a plate of fruits with me,
so that he may share his views on suicide with me.
two years.
and then,
nothing happened.
we both left the place, going different places.
the next time we met,
nine months later.
at his house a night before it would belong to someone else.
the next time we met,
one year later.
holland village.
the next time we met,
half a year later.
waiouru, north NZ.
the next time we met,
half a year later.
pulau ubin.
this time we stayed.
half a year later,
someone left. too busy.
----peak hours over, we met again.
half a year later,
someone left. too afraid.
----never did overcome the fear.
sadness.
madness.
(his) views on suicide.
the end.
.
.
.
.
.
.
the next time we met,
two years later.
nus.
re-
viewing,
re-
thinking,
re-
newing,
and then,
nothing happened.
the next time we met,
two years later.
teo hong road.
the next time we met,
three years later.
nie.
the next time we met,
one year later.
traffic junction, jurong west ave 5.
west mall carpark.
14 years of knowing someone.
from a friend, to lover, to stranger.
reader k | 8/20/2005 01:49:00 AM |
