i know this sounds incredibly bad - i wanted to recommend terence to someone for web design work, and i didn't know whether he was in town for a meet up, so i ended up googling for his website in hope that i'd find some online schedule of availability of sorts. =P sorry dude, that's usually how i find out whether or not you're in town. *hahaa*

but amidst googling for the name "terence heng", i found some older poetry (erhm, i'm guessing its older at least) he's written and posted online. even in writing, he captures moments well (as with his photographs), with short succint sentences and words. the emotions are always heartfelt.

this one in particular, i liked - was smiling secretly to myself by the end of it.

perhaps i ought to speak to everyone in iambic pentameter. how annoying. *haha*

____________________________

near mornings
- terence heng

like criminals quietly confessing sins,
i say i miss you and you say you miss me.
we have no answers for each other, no sure-fire
quick-fire twisting wildfire
answer. nothing that would piece you together.

i miss nothing that you do not have,
dislike nothing i remember. i remember
little, as if we were like the haze
of dawn retreating to the dew on the grass
along with the darkness of near-mornings.
this is what i remember most:
the near mornings; the incoherent midnights,
the quick step-step of the rush back to go online.
the subtle tapping of mobile phone keys,
the gentle clasping of my ear.

as you retreat into solitude, i surrender to mine.
but there will always be our confessions.