Dear you,

on certain days when your head's going in circles after immense overly-repeated parking and u-turns
when summer heat's closing up on you like some sweaty panting guy unconscious of his bad breath
thats the time when i'd crave for a little romance off the paperbacks
and some left-over sushi that sat awaiting in the fridge
never losing its cool

when i come to think of it
i'd forgotten the last time some stranger's words brings a smile
as my eyes began jogging along the Savannahs the conversations the "I"s
my other senses came alive as well
some he-looks-her-in-the-eyes formed as vividly as reality in my head
i wondered whats the "her hair smelled like strawberries" scent all about
there would be a sudden "aww" outloud
or a silent tear which forms a darker shade of yellow on the coarse paper before i even realise
all the while i sat, in bear's embrace
the words stirring up memories
of some man i once loved now hated
of some boy i once thought i liked and still secretly does
of some someone in the future who would bring the same smile same frown same tears
as nicholas sparks had with his words



who needs a hug when we've been rocking in beary embrace
who needs a kiss when words like his nudges our heart
who needs the arm round your waist if it fades as soon as it untwines
i need only the words that takes me to the very beginning
and make every moment last
forever

keeping the idyllic sunday afternoon to myself
with the remaining bite of camembert and a spark of romance





oh and only if i could rest in his embrace
pretending for a moment that it would last forever

Love,
Chau