Every platform where MRT trains stubbornly rest against
Becoming temporary residents
Every unrevivable romance
Will be assuredly defibrillated
Every manner of rumour in circulation
Has been defiled by time
Every sentence shows your having left, at appropriate and inappropriate places,
full stops
Every earthshattering, soul-shaking piece of national news
Has been satirized in panic-stricken press layouts and street corners
Every bolt inside my body of lightning inside the dark
occurs when the crystalline white bones beside my heart are wavering
For every tomorrow’s rainstorm
I have decided to use sunshine to gather the tears