all night in the city
long bike rides without
adequate lighting
dark boulevards
all to myself
secret parking spots
and midnight donuts
the sound of music
still ringing in my ears
embraces echoing in my chest
the weight of
microphones, speakers,
cables in my hands
coconut beef and
cornbread bibingka
lingering on my tongue
this is what
some of the best years
i’ve lived
left me with
at the end of many
very special tuesday nights
observing what it is like
to love something
and to do it
and to keep doing it
to love the doing
and the something
to invite others in
to the loving
and the doing
and to love them
that sharing
time and space
grows our hearts
exponentially
across state lines
and continents
narinda heng 
<3