as i sat by the window
and watched the day unfold,
a quiet voice asked
if he would always be second best.
hugging myself tightly around the knees,
i continued staring at the changing light.
not wanting to acknowledge the question.
nor eager to weigh an answer.
why do you ask? i sighed,
finally.
not particularly ready for the truth
your eyes are dead.
your heart is cold, said he
i daren’t face the voice behind
i daren’t see the hurt in his eyes
hugging myself tightly around the knees,
i continued staring at the layered hues.
not wanting to acknowledge the answers.
nor eager to face the truth.
Just write lah! 