Remembering Me
I slipped in and it was empty.
One side of it was bare.
The other was filled with shelves.
As I browsed through book after book,
as I flipped pages over pages,
trying to understand how such beauty could be captured by the snap of a shutter,
minutes and hours passed,
and I forgot about Singapore,
and the world forgot me.
But one person didn’t.
The shop owner she is.
So with a cautious glance and a careful smile,
I gave my thanks and took my leave.
And the world?
It didn’t notice a thing.
