The days pass suddenly
then the weeks
then it’s been months
and there’s no way to take the time back,
no way to say
No,
I meant
to be there,
I was there,
in spirit though
not in presence,
I was there,
in some way,
Didn’t you
feel me
there
as I
always
have been?
And the days continue to pass
the heat comes and goes
so does the cold
and there we go.
narinda heng 