Poem - Memories of 15/02/09

swinging pendulum,
red chandeliers
back against cool concrete

yellow old photos
moving pictures
flash on sharp plasma

Akan Datang,
Wife#11
brought on old cine

but more was brought to mind- the book i kept, stick full with Post-its, but more importantly the messages you left for me. the parallels of the plays' script and the conversations we shared. the ladies' thoughts and feeling of loss.
as i circled the darken park, listening to sad songs, i too circled the conversations we had, the roles we played. And gradually, the songs feel less sad, less familiar to me.
when will i be able to step away from the latch and soar? Soon, soon.