The first kiss
I don’t know
We didn’t have
Many times I forget
The less of you
Far from memories made
Every time you
Came across this mind
I see a part that’s gone
Endearments on air
Gone from us
Our past dies
How absence rips
Yearning of us
We cry in our gethsemane
If only—
We cannot
Turn back the time
(written on August 30,2011 Singapore)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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