I remember the time you sat and told me about your Jesus

Premature and underweight, our love was born in winter.
Once it was born, it grew up fast.
It was crawling one day and walking the next,
sucking a tit during breakfast, getting teeth by lunchtime.
Pretty soon, it started sneaking out at night.
The police would find it lying in someone's yard,
staring up at the stars.

One day we left it with a sitter
and when we got home, the sitter was gone
and our love was in the living room,
calling all its friends.
The next day we took it to the doctor,
who said it had a disease.
It couldn't live in a regular house,
it could never have a normal life.
Our love, he said, wouldn't last the winter.

It is spring now and our love has been laid to rest.
Even though I'm advised against it
I can't help thinking about its short little life-
how its first word was you and its last was me,
how it would come home drunk after a dance,
how it learned to swim only in an afternoon,
how the two of us stood at the edge
of the community pool, cheering it on,
amazed that such a clumsy creature
could even begin to float.

In Loving Memory, Li Jing.

Oh and sorry dudes my handphone is confiscated my bill came up to a whopping 130 buckaroos! :( :( :( :( I'll miss the daily midnight-texting sessions! :( :( :( :( :( :(