the time u let me carry your bag at the cross junction near clark quay
the time when u started coughing due to dinner at pepper lunch express
the time where u wore a scarf around your neck to protect your throat

the time u sat on my car, winding thru the beaches and city
the time u slept on my back, enjoying the man-made breeze
the time we caught our first movie

the time fireworks signified the end of time
the time your hand was in mine
the time we baked ourselves in the evening sunshine

it was a pity that the kite never flew
and it was still an empty kite