#singpowrimoday2 #alfian #singpowrimo #poetrychallenge2 Ghazal of Longing (For M) Must I do battle with your absence again? But what is not you is not my enemy. The nights used to listen to us like an exhausted parent. We only fell asleep at the crack of dawn. I had to do nothing to earn your favour. Still, the humming, as I scrubbed the dishes. Bliss: to know no better than this. Without even knowing the meaning of this. Your most recent kiss still lingers on my screen. The glass was dry and so were your lips. Alfian, ponder the riddle of the magpie bridge. The birds are stationary and yet they fly.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 22:53:55 +0000