you called me to say i'm still your best friend eversince the day you blacked out and i accompanied you home. 15 years later, one phonecall came. you're now working in japan. we caught up like never before. i didn't want to waste more of your money. we agreed to meet via msn. typing, rebooting, sharing files and pics. your stories and mine. the fog clearing between the breath of our knowing. i listened now to the same teochew we spoke and the secret codes it brought. laughing, missing, reminiscing. under the language of dusk, the trees then, played witness to the promises we made. all that remains incomplete. these cards and letters are articles of loss, burned from the walks in daylight. i find courage to stand even as we see the sands of our dreams washed away. our lines lasted deep into night. i fell for sleep. unknowingly. and the lost years are found again.
