take me back a month ago; I'll pretend I don't have to go back home. I'll pretend I don't have a return ticket as long as I get to stay a bit, just a bit...longer because, there, people were nicer! I stood a little taller! The air was cleaner because you weren't in the radar
I basked in the glory or a lion with a fish tail. I walked down pavements that always looked freshly painted. I passed people who didn't look like me nor looked at me. There was absolutely nothing there that could have reminded me of thee but... me.
I chose to see you in the boat on top of a building because you said we'd sail through the clouds to catch each others dreams together. I chose to see you in train stations where I thought we'd say goodbye rather than part with a short reply.
oh, take me back to that city where I can be reminded of you without you.
a little poem featuring my longing for singapore and, well, you.