there is a lap
where I could lie on
whenever I want to
and the owner would coil my hair
in his finger, playing with it
and says:
close your eyes please, they look tired
there is a shoulder
which carry a backpack of
map, travel diary,
a huge bottle of water
and some chocolate too, no nuts
I don’t have to bring anything
not even mini pouch
because he thinks it’s dangerous to
there is a diary
I start writing on the first page
while he start from the very last
when our writings meet somewhere
near the middle of the diary book
we would exchange and actually read
what the other side of the diary
has got to say
there is a face
not exactly smashing good-looking
but whenever we go
people would say
you two look “compatible” to
each other
there is a text message
which I would always wait
it doesn’t matter if there is only 3 words:
reach home, nitez
there is an “open-shelf”
with pairs and pairs of white sneakers
coming in two sizes
there is a gentle pat on the head
which I yawn awake to
to realize we are already home
there is a pair of earphones
which will be taken down and
asked: what are you saying again?
there is is a favourite corner seat
which I will always occupy
waiting for the food to be served
because he knows what to order