I asked him what’s the purpose of the maple leaf,
in a spur of moment. He grinned, I didn’t utter a word.
Instead, he asked me to go ahead and laugh.
He doesn’t mind. Most people think collecting maple
leaves being ridiculous and gay.
Coincidentally, we stayed in the same hostel,
but in a different dormitory. He insisted to treat
me breakfast the next day. Tim Hortons was two blocks away.
We walked in, there was a couple
sitting opposite our direction, who professed his love
to this girl. She asked the boy to prove his love to her?
The boy was perplexed. The girl then began showing her sinister grin.
The boy took the plate of an unfinished sandwich from the next table
and ate it in front of her. While I was disgusted by this sick joke,
he whispered. “Look at how romantic those lovebirds are.”
During dinner, he ate like a glutton and then drank himself away,
digesting bottles after bottles of alcoholic fermented malt.
We spent a night at the Waterfront Station,
sleeping on the bench. As we were on our way back to the hostel,
the only word he said was I’m sorry.
I start the day by rushing to the nearest café
for a soy milk latte. When the darkness consumes
the starlight, I’ll stop working on my manuscripts
and submitting to a quick bite before stomach acid
has rolled in. Cindy the cashier was fascinated
with the tiny-bottle-like locket around my neck.
“It looks like quicksand how adorable.”
As friendly as she was, I preferred to talk less
due to her musky perfume.
The time of this day, I had our favourite song
humming inside my head. Like a ghost of the past,
I imagined your voice breathed into this room.
How could I forget that day when we first met;
two people came thus far to a fateful place?
It was never premeditated. It just happened when
we reached for the similar maple leaf, right under
the Gastown steam clock. Your warmest smile and
those deep eyes were an invitation to treat.
Not a celebration
Twelve years a history – unforgotten
I don’t know much about this
I wasn’t there
But I feel the pain they felt
The last second
before their last breath
What were in their head?
The escaped without a route
Perished souls buried in debris
No play of reincarnation
Virgil prayers for peaceful rest
Memories engraving tombs
Candle continues burning
in the month of eleventh
Mediums whispering to the dead
with the death of uncountable
Photographs gripping tightly
Sons and daughters
Fathers and mothers
Husbands and wives – victims listed
Still celebrating black
Christmas, Valentine’s, Birthdays, Hanukkah
Eyes blinded by tears
Amongst the affected families
Their portrait tattooed in heart
– – –
Thanks for all your concern. I’m supposed to be on a break. In conjunction with this day that we shouldn’t forget. I’ve written a tribute poem to mark for this day. A day that none of us will forget.