By little things, I really mean small
Like standing at the back of your friend’s truck in the evening
Late night road trips
Past midnight conversations in the middle of the road
Or maybe just sessions of eating cendol by the road with a bunch of friends
Who makes silly jokes, that I could swear I felt the sincerity in my laughters
Like watching a family of 5 also eating cendol and laksa at the same stall
Makes me miss my childhood days
When dad used to drive us to Wangsa Melawati
To do things; like drinking air kelapa and eating kuih muihs in the evening
And sitting with these friends
Who earlier this year I have no idea of their existence
They reminded me of those friends I started up the year with
Those people who would, like eating cendol
Do little things with me and have sincere laughters
But that's way back in January
Now it is December and I am thinking of the future
I hope we get to sit under this same tree like this again
One day when we have all got our lives figured out
Probably accompanied by some wrinkles and grey hair
Eating cendol pulut.
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