Precipice

Of all days in August

Of all the random talks

Of all the time we spent

amidst your busy schedule

Of all the unspoken words

during our lunch together

Of all the unsent messages of 

"how was your day?"

Going deeper into

the detached connection and affection, 

the missing profound and meaningful conversation,

the endless emptiness and pain,

and every hug and touch

that should've felt like coming home

Now, for  the thousand times, still leaves me wondering 

if every relationship has its own precipice,

what kind of precipice is manifesting ours?

Kelapa Gading, 4th September 2023

When August slipped away into a moment in time and you weren't mine to lose