By Andrea Lim (Poetry)

it comes as a parasite
sucking all the reason
why you only go and never leave

it loosens your grip
on the chances you take
once life becomes a mere window
showing the way you have to tread
to reach the goal,
a whatever for now

it leads the soul to hear tales about the silent cries
the walls might never crumble for
about how the bearers of absence
still see you
even inside

it just latches on
when the curtains
have to be closed
then caresses you
when you can still write about the living room
and the people who might never understand your dreams
but love you anyway

all you love anyway