Bad reception

Bad reception

If it is 11a.m. on Oxford Street

And 6 p.m. in Jurong,

Do we say good morning or goodnight?

36 and 8 degrees Celsius

Maybe, we can meet somewhere in between

Half way border

Where 24 degrees will still be warm for you

But I can only hope for a breeze

When we say goodbye at the airport,

You want to hold me for as long as you can,

You think you’ve almost convinced time to slow down.

I want to run to the plane; I know I can pretend this moment will never happen, right before it begins.

Our hearts don’t beat in tandem

But they beat nonetheless

A low, bass


Carries me through

#poetry #original

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