Kekasihku

Kekasihku ("Beloved") Kekasihku, the empty days multiply, the nights are fields of thorns of memories and loss. Baffled by time and distance my love could not sustain you, nor ease your pain; your voice is stilled, no echo now remains

Orchids in Po Wah Yuen On my balcony above Yung Shue Wan, I drink my coffee in the mornings, thinking always of you. My orchids are coming into flower, their long purple stems grow perceptibly each day

She tells me how alone, doubtful, desolate, beneath unfamiliar constellations she watched the moon sail sadly through the stars.

I am sitting in the Chinatown bar, thinking always, only of you, your sad voice on the phone. And without warning I see you walking towards me, in denim skirt and army boots, your black hair bouncing as you stride.

Silence has settled on us like a shroud.