kensongs 03/11/2003
He came here alone
On a Monday afternoon
Seeping on his favorite Ice Mocha
Reminiscing on old memories
He would rather have forgotten
Yet replaying in his mind right now
He can never forget the ambience
Mixed with fragrance of coffee
Created the romantic experiences
He had with the people he loved
He didn’t plan to come alone
He had arranged to meet her
But she had to disappoint him
By changing her mind in the last minute
He was hurt by her rejection
Did she mean so much to him?
Or was it just bruised ego?
Seemed like as he grew older
He became more afraid of failure
More afraid of losing people he love
And everything he has now
He started thinking of Kim
It has been a few months
Since he first met her here
On 22nd March 2003, 945pm
She was glad to meet him
They started sharing about themselves
And soon found confidence in each other
It was the beginning of a special relationship
He didn’t think it will end so prematurely
He cherished their conversations
And every moment they spent together
But she’s no longer by his side
He had lost her from the moment
She told him to stop contacting her
And even though he still misses her
He knows he has to forget her
And move on with his life
He also thought of Kat
And the numerous afternoons they spent here together
She confided her problems in him
And he gave her a listening ear
He empathized with her
For the dilemmas she faced in her life
And the controversial decisions she has to make
He began to see the complexities of this world
And learnt to handle them with tact and wisdom
She inculcated in him a sense of independence & rebellion
To fight for his own happiness
Regardless of what others think
Now that she has left him too
He has to grow up on his own
An hour has passed just like that
Yet he’s still waiting for her sms
He knows she’ll never turn up
Yet he’s determined to wait for her
To show that he honored their appointment
He caught a glimpse of the two students beside him
Whispering sweet nothings to each other
Oblivious of the pressures of society
And the harshness of life
He would never admit that he love her
Until he knows how she feels
It’s his own self-defense mechanism
To protect his vulnerable heart from being broken
He knows it’s time to leave
This place of emotional catharsis
Where memories when rekindled
Burn with so much warmth & passion
He will come back here someday
And live his life once again
1 comment:
Your work is very intimate and heart-felt. Lovely. Makes me want to go to your coffee cafe when I am in Singapore next month. Please tell me where it is . . . and maybe someday I'll be an unknown stranger in a poem . . .
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