gibbous eyes traced a path from windows
wound down, as if you could stretch
horizons from roads; street lights
bending in your afterglow. tiny hands
raised embers, each fragment trembling
beneath your breath. your smile shone
its absence behind objects: blurring
reflections, lines growing through cold

comfort, nightmares waning into
daydreams. hold my secrets: wisdom with-
out prescriptive replies, half-smiles need
cues to stretch into crescents. this steering
wheel trembles beneath your gaze, as if
you see hands swerve into closure; warmth
eating at my bones, the way you trace a
gaping wound into the long road home.

Nicholas Quek is an undergraduate from NUS with a strange love for music, poetry, and the moments between breaths.

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