I heard your sounds and saw your sights:
Your tak-tak of the heavy knife,
Your potted darlings sipping light,
Your out-of-nowhere heavy sigh,
Your windowed cotton candy sky,
Your irritated pigeon croon,
Your aeroplaning noodle spoon;
But did not feel your heart-beat hug,
Your dancing eyes that laugh and shrug.
Perhaps, tomorrow, when I sleep
I’ll feel your pach-pach petite feet
Immersed inside an azure lake
That ripples calmness when I wake.