thursday-
I miss the way I could just sink into your embrace at the end of a long, tired week and you'd just hold me and promise me all the golden stars in the universe for making it through.
friday-
A relative asks me about your absence at dinner, and it's almost a relief to tell her I don't know, and I don't have to know anymore.
saturday-
I witnessed a beautiful wedding and I thought about how you weren't going to be the one waiting for me at the end of the aisle and how strangely alright I was with that.
sunday-
I did almost everything right. I went to church in the morning and teared during the re-telecast of singapore's declaration of independence, I squeezed through the crowds and jostled for a good seat, I proudly wore matching I LOVE SG shirts in gold and red with my sister, I ran through barriers and dodged security to snap a picture with the mascot, I sang all the songs and chanted all the words with the audience, I waved the flag and the jubilee star till my hands started aching, but when it came to the parade, I couldn't bring myself to look at the row of smartly dressed NDU guards, weak, weak, I told myself, but I couldn't.
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