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The Solo Drinker

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Poetry

Rewind.

If you had the chance to do so – would you change the past?

 

What was your childhood like?

The relationship you have with your Mom is far from amicable, and cordial at best.

Continue reading “Rewind.”

Irony.

He asks if he can come over.

To visit your cat,” he justifies
“ok,” she says, “but only after 9pm – tennis class before.”
“I’ll pick you up after class,” he offers
“No, it’s fine,”
I want the time alone. 

How come you never offered to drive me around, years ago?

Continue reading “Irony.”

Before & After.

The train station was a mere
10-minute walk from my office
But you offered to pick me up
And drop me off

I try to make your life easier.
Protect you from the elements. 

Continue reading “Before & After.”

Superlative.

Mornings are the most difficult.

What used to be the sweetest of greetings
To start the day
Are now a perpetual reminder of how
You said goodbye
Before the break of dawn

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I Wish.

I wish you never made me all these promises.

To see the Northern Lights
To travel to Japan – where we both loved
To buy me a customised engagement ring – “white gold, with an emerald; I don’t believe in diamonds”

Continue reading “I Wish.”

Over.

The first
The one I thought
I’d never get
Over

Insults clad in jokes
I swallowed
Reckless disregard of feelings
I tolerated
Ridiculous behaviour
I defended

Continue reading “Over.”

The Busker.

He aims to be inconspicuous
Nondescript
Blending into the background
The white noise
Amidst the incessant buzz and chatter
Murmurs of the crowd

Continue reading “The Busker.”

The Funny Girl.

The Funny Girl is popular.

She’s well-liked
easy to talk to, and
has an uncanny knack for
making even the most
awkward introverts feel
at ease in
social settings.

Continue reading “The Funny Girl.”

Hypothetical.

I would have loved to know
how it’s like to kiss you

Would it be tender?
Would it be gentle?
Would your hands explore
the terrain of my back or
Would your fingertips caress the tiny hairs
on the nape of my neck?

Continue reading “Hypothetical.”

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