Young Curios
I spent most nights of the end of 2017 unable to sleep and pondered about love, fate, chance, uncertainty and how my life could have been different if he had stayed. It is a void when dreams don't come true and the reality I live is truth. This piece was given its title when I contributed this to the Speak City Asia newsletter called 'Tiny Walls'. Take me now on a stroll down memory lane As the sun begins its descend I find you standing there in plain sight Along the horizon of light and shadows where your silhouette is marked In opulent angles The arches of your brow Touches your high cheekbones Lifting your charming smile Deepening those cheeky dimples A carpet along your sleek jawline defining your edges. Your face looks like it has seen much Like the moon that is still visible Pale translucent blue in the afternoon Still present despite the sun already luminating the bright sky Still whistling softly among the swallows that fly Nestled b