of regret.
i chucked my favourite porcelain bowl,
replaced it with
your old musty pillow
that reeked of stale alcohol,
weed and
dried wildflowers.
the voices from the rafters
"damn, weren't you brilliant?"
like girlish laughter
framed our photograph on the wall
flapping frantically,
twisting,
but never coming loose.
Vanessa Lim 3:41 p. m.