Look at my hands
they are dirty
and broken
glass wove
your hair
into splendour
waving goodbye
was her best
kept secret
it doesn't
amuse me
that it took
half her lifetime
to come by
snickering at
the thought why
nothing was endless
at a glance
she dances
to the skies
never took shadows
on her own
for a walk

ashraf ishak
6:11 p.m.
25Th October 08'
Kuala Lumpur