I.
I know what you did on the train,
the train before that,
and two trains before that.

I saw you the other day.
I asked for your number and smsed you a few hours later;
To you, I am but
"that guy from school"
To me, you should be but
"that girl from school".
But we, we are so much more

II.
We will take flight on gossamer wings,
drink nectar from the sweetest flowers
And partake in our shared passions
like meeting on the NEL,
reading Suchen Christine Lim
and obsessive-compulsive disorder.
You cannot ever leave me.
For when we are gone,
we will forever live on
entwined
in indelible ink,
immortalized today, yesterday, since forever

III.
But meanwhile,
I do know
That you read a book,
in the third from tail carriage
on the purple line towards Punggol
at 1806h
alone, but with me
earlier today.


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Original poem taken from Crystal! :D