Every time I remembered us,

I gazed up and was lost in the memories,

when I saw, through our vivid photograph, us cuddle together across the glass panel window,

trying hard to transfer heat because heater had broke down,

over some cookies, hot drink and late night gossip,

and admiring the architecture, design and nature.

O’ how I admired and will always salute your bravery,

for stealing your parents gazebo during delivery,

and installed them at our backyard,

only to find us ———- of mockery and jokes

each time your family all gather together.

That magical night when we were strolling by Feringghi’s beach,

alone with you ———- with little money,

I rant about hunger and tiredness,

you would keep quiet and listen to everything,

and finally fall asleep together

until a foreigner came closer to ask for direction, the very next day’s morning.