Stationary, staring into space, not knowing that I’m looking back at you.
Nope, you’re not animated.
You’re in a poster.
Your modeling gig put you on some of the largest billboards in Singapore, and your ghost will only relentless haunt me.
I starred back at you half hoping you’ll stay back.
I starred back at you wondering if you ever missed me.
I starred back at you and I wish you’re happy.
And I starred back at you wondering how it could have been.
And I starred back at myself, as the Black reflective surface show myself me.
How much I have grown over this time.
Maybe I’ll need pills to tell me how to feel.
Maybe the scars would never heal.
Maybe I’ll never escape the never-ending strings of depressions. But I’m slowly trying to undo one knot at a time.
We can’t undo the pain we had caused each other.
But I’ll never undo you.
Given a choice, I will still walk with you again. Even though it’s not forever, but 10 years is still a neat fraction of my life.
Even though our whimsical journey has come to an end.
I hope you’re happy.
And I want you to be.
And I want to be happy myself too. Eventually.