When I was packing up for Beijing in Singapore,
I was distracted by the stacked pictures I took in Singapore.
Those photographs bring back memories,
the sweetness and sourness, and also the bitterness of our past.
That night, I took out that particular yellow photo album,
It was painful to flip the page,
but it was even more painful to recall those memories.
They also remind me of being in that room, or similar room.
Time passes,
Day by day, I involuntarily lose those little bits of memories,
Those pictures, will always remind me of how much all of us has been through.
In a couple of weeks, it will be 9 years since we met,
Though related in many ways, you are so far away,
Others might have forgotten you,
but I will not.
“We try to grab pieces of our lives as they speed past us.
Photographs freeze those pieces and help us remember how we were.
We don’t know these lost people but if you look around,
you’ll find someone just like them” – Gene McSweeney
