My travel companion and I
Are joined at the hip –
A pocket-sized friend
Who follows me to
The ends of the earth.
Exciting adventures lined my calendar;
From alleyways of spice,
To dark rooms with bright windows
Peering into Singapore and Japan.
Those were the days
I could laugh with you
And love you.
Through thick and thin,
Through fun labs and impatient chatter,
No one understands me
As much as you,
So letting you go was
The hardest thing I could ever do.
An accident, perchance,
Dropped in the street
Picked up by a stranger?
Or lost under the motions,
Victim to the circumstances of
Disorganised notions?
My mind wanders
To alternate realities –
What could have been
But is not written in this future.
Note: a rework of an old poem of mine.
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