NMCHG

You wake up each morning,
stretch, breathe

finding yourself getting on with life,

slaving it to the noble pursuits society sets necessary to sustain your life

Who would have known,

not even yourself,

that it was engraved deeper into your heart each time you push it to the back of your head

They told you to let it go;

to let me go.

Impassable

You cannot simply will you heart to stop beating,

no matter how long you hold your breath for, it won't be forever;

You could only stop missing me entirely,

if you stopped becoming yourself.

Excuses aside,

I prayed incessantly at the back of my head,

don't,

my heart was like yours.

Days became weeks, weeks became months

In all familiarity,

paths crossed, eyes met

our hearts moved,

you realised you didn't totally rid your old self;

you didn't stop becoming yourself.

All these passed times you had been living in your shell of lies and denial

To be alive, isn't noble pursuits we are slaving for,

its staying alive for beauty, poetry, love, romance.

So, this time round I prayed,

I prayed for the old you to consume you once again

Sabrina Ng