2 Oct 2010
I don't know you.
But I've heard about you.
Through friends, fellow classmates and perhaps, the occasional taxi driver.
My family speaks of you sometimes,
Noting how time has come to etch
The signs of age.
Strange enough,
my friends and I
We were having idle chat at the hawker centre
We wondered
When
And then
Night came
I am not one for evening news
For I stand by the fact that even when the world ends,
We live on
The same is for you
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