The message from you was cold.
Your image finally registered amongst the crowd inside the busy mall of Suria KLCC.
You were not interested for a meal, neither a tea.
You were looking for a gift in Kinokuniya, for someone I have no slightest clue about.
We were sitting facing each other in the cafe.
I was facing the glass panes that displayed the grandeur beauty of the urban garden ahead.
You passed me a paper.
I wrote that to you during the conference.
It’s composed of all Chinese characters.
You demanded me to explain
Word by word
Every meaning deciphered.
Your friend in Japan died tragically
You still love me deeply
I rejected your love
I wanted your friendship
You reluctantly nodded
You left me at the table
Looking into the greying KL skyline
You left me a choice
Or did you?