Home and Away
At the airport. Bye bye.
Oh not because happiness exists,
that too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss.
But because truly being here is so much; because everything here
apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way
keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.
She said, “Don’t let Singapore hold you back.” But many things are holding me back. Things, people.. It’s true how this place can be like a dementor, sucking the soul and breath out of a person.
It was a moment of weakness. When I saw that, it broke my heart. Not solely because of whatever was shared in the past, but because of whatever little that I can be now. How can people erase others from their lives, as if nothing ever happened, as if nothing was ever shared between them? Is behaving like mature adults and being friends even an impossibility? *let down*
I’m always leaving Sg unhappy, it’s like a curse.
Am I, have I, was I, did I? Are you, have you, were you, did you? Were we, did we, haven’t we?
Was it all a dream, L?
- the core , the sentimental lover
s t a r m | s t October 7th, 2007
if only your flight hadnt been delayed and if you had a longer transit time over here….. so near yet so far…
There are always something about home that makes leaving (to somewhere near or far) so difficult. Though some minor, some major stuff, but it all adds up to a ‘can’t bear to let go’ feeling.
However, think positive. At least there are things (good and bad) that make leaving difficult. Some just want go away cos there’s nothing worth remembering, but some, like you, have precious memories that stays right where you are. =)