for you.


ten years from now
we'd be in strange places
but on rainy afternoons 
I'd reminisce of you.
a little pile of memories
in a dusty corner of my brain
would rise into dry vaccums
like fireflies,like stardust,
like the way you laugh silent.
I'd paint you in colours,
teal and white you love,
the weird way you walk
and your melon shaped head
and the infinite little things about you.
you held me when nobody did
like my balcony holds
the amber bougainville
from falling into voids,
your face would sprout 
in all the corners of my 
shrivelled heart
until there's no space any more
until i stop yearning for it.
You dissenter whom I love to learn
tiny little things about,
don't ever let go of me
for I'd never let go of you.





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