sole searching

it's a shame that
moments cannot be duplicated
lost sentiments cannot be recreated

that a moment, once gone, can never ever be retrieved again


so I saw my holiday flash before my eyes as they wandered to the bottom of a shiny high-heeled Prada lookalike in Flinders Lane, to the Agyness Deyn lookalike next to me

and realized

finally realized

we're not in Kansas anymore.

I miss the sway of the trees and the cool 3 pm breeze
where my little neighbourhood looks so quiet
yet alive enough to make you wonder
what everyone is up to at that very moment