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When I live, I will live;
I chanced upon tonight
The words of a fellow blogger
Who once stopped by
And gave my words a ponder
A heartfelt analysis he gave
Of each and every line
He said he liked that prose
And I was truly inspired
Time has passed since
I last made his acquaintance
When I sought his blogs to view
Those links were alas broken
One would know the poignance
As the disappearance of an old friend
Since there’s no trace of this fellow writer
I’ll dedicate this to him then
Yet if anyone knows or who have seen
The persona called justuscreek
Who blogged at conrad1899
Drop me a message or a line! 😉
That if ever I am lost
Stay with me until
I am found.
(Inspired by the short film En ik van jou on Alzheimer’s, and of course, love.)
“Where is the place he took that picture at?”
She was in the middle of a bustling sidewalk with two of his best friends. It was a cool summer evening and they were along the canal at one of the busiest parts of the city.
“Well… it’s kinda difficult to know exactly where, they all look the same. And I don’t have that picture with me right now,” one of them pondered.
“I don’t have it either,” she sighed.
It had been an entirely busy time before she made the trip to where he lived, and she wanted to be at that very place he had taken the photograph and sent her two years ago. One of the few photographs he had sent her, before he left them. It was too sudden, that accident was too much of a tragedy, and she had too few places she could treasure the memory of him.
She was exasperated that she had forgotten to save that photograph in her phone before the flight, but then again, time was always a troublemaker. And now, she could not do anything about it. All she could do was stand there, feeling defeated.
Trying to make light of the situation, the other friend started telling a joke about the names of the shops and she soon forgot that sense of defeat.
A year later, she was reminded of that photograph again. Taking a closer scrutiny this time, she discovered that she could vaguely make out the name of the restaurant in the picture. She quickly searched that name and located its details on a map. Then, using the street view function, she finally located the spot that provided the view closest to his perspective.
“Pearle Opticians… Unit 109!” she exclaimed. But what she noticed next made her gasp.
Right across from 109 was the very place she had conceded defeat a year ago.
He gazed out at the city he was to live in, with its lively canal ambience, then he took out his phone. Raising it to his eye, he made a picture. Then, he lowered his phone and scrutinised the photograph he had made. He smiled at it, then looked back up across the canal, still that smile on his face.
To join what is separated –
One side from another
One people from another
One perspective from another –
Is perhaps what this thing
We are in together is.
(Photograph Location: Singapore)
I know it’s late
I know you’re weary
The stars were above us
As you lay with me
Your arm against mine
The grass pricked our skin
We’re longing for shelter
From all that we see
That’s Orion’s Belt
You pointed faraway
You told me its history
We’ll never forget that day
We’ve got tonight
Who needs tomorrow
We’ve got tonight babe
Why don’t we stay.
Wishing one and all an illuminated Christmas filled with the brightest love.
(Photo Location: Haeundae Beach, Busan, South Korea)
Peaceful morning, quiet space
Enrique can take my breath away
Cup of hot coffee, brownie with ice
Aromatic sounds to acoustic vibes
Steep me here in timelessness
Brewed companionship a must
Musical fidelity by grace, and
Elvis saves the best for last.
“There’s a cafe here but I don’t see a name.”
“Oh… I’ll come down now.”
She stood at the lift lobby and waited as people went about their activities around her. It’s been so long since they met – she wondered if it would still feel the same as back when.
After what felt longer than a mere few minutes, one of the lift doors slid open and a familiar figure stepped out. And as she recognised him, he too caught sight of her and broke into a smile.
“It’s so good to see you again! Been more than ten years!” She felt his comforting warmth in their hug, and then they separated from each other.
“Nah.. it’s only been five.”
A hint of amusement passed over his face before he shrugged.
“Well… I’m not counting.”
“Neither am I.”
And as they walked into the cafe, she knew nothing much really has changed.