Poem: Monologue 00.00.007

Strolling along Petaling Street,
Do you remember a stall that sells herbal tea
of red dates, dried longan and winter melon?
Thirst-quenching, sans your fingers with mine,
The sound of straw sucking inside one paper cup.
The flavour worth walking down the memory lane,
Rainy day I did not quiver, nor I hated you’ve left,
I am stronger than you and I have thought,
Loneliness I shan’t be caught,
A pep-talk on morning shower I will forever jot


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