I choose not to see
The single tear drop straining
At the corner of one eye
As we turn our sight
To the ferocious roar of the Merlion
Unleashing the waterfall of emotion that
We kept, contained somewhere in a corked vessel inside
I stretch out my phone for a selfie
She cringes, for she hates the Merlion
The artificial symbol of our country
And all the other flaws in it which she finds unbearable
But she relents without protest
For it’s our last photo together
In a few days, she will send me another selfie
This time in front of the Statue of Liberty.
This poem was written on 15 March after receiving a rejection for my manuscript. Tell me if you like it.