Betwixt-isms

     This morning I woke up, thinking of what was said last night. I head to the shower, turning on the tap. The trickle of water flows and I shampoo my hair, inhaling the scent you love so much. My eyes sting; maybe shampoo, water and tears don’t mix well.

     This morning I woke up, to the sun streaming in through the curtains. Remember that Friday afternoon after school? When we went to the park behind your house and sat at that bench, its surfaces bearing initials of young loves inside roughly carved hearts. We made names from the letters and laughed ourselves silly from the puppylove-induced messages people left there… and then we carved our own initials.

     This morning I woke up, to the sounds of the old air-conditioner clunking away. Searching my collection of CDs in a blue cardboard box, I found the one you gave me. I contemplated playing the disc with bubblegum songs, the ones we used to listen to and loved so much. If only we can rewind the past and pre-view the future. The CD went back into the box.

     This morning I woke up, the sheets in a mess. The warm blanket reminded me of the time we were caught in the rain. Seven in the evening at an empty bus stop with thunder and lightning; but I was safe in your hug.

     This morning I woke up, the whiff of hot Milo in the air. Two large scoops of Milo, hot water and a little peck on the cheek on rainy Friday afternoons, Milo ais guzzling sessions at the mamak on Saturday nights and yummy Milo toast on Sunday mornings at your place.

     This morning I woke up, you were not there anymore.    

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