Poignance strikes (again)

Poignance is fairly strong a word; I am not deeply distressed.

But the music playing on the CD player (Jeffrey Michael) isn't helping much (which, I just found out, has been repeating one track for the past one hour or so). I must emphasise I am not feeling unduly upset. I am just thinking about an inevitable separation that will occur in the near future. We are not unfamiliar with the feelings of separation, of people moving on and out of our lives, and we ourselves are ?guilty? as charged.

Two months ago I joined this initiative called Community Service Marathon. I was assigned to help in an environmental project, which will perform its finale this coming Saturday, and come to a conclusion on the same day. I have come to expect SMSes on a daily basis, especially this couple of weeks, from my team mate(s). Be it the harbinger of bad news, or just an invitation to compulsory events, there is this sweet, cheery micro-moment of emotion that erupts in my chest each time. This weekend is a stark reminder that all feasts in the world come to an end. I found myself repeatedly reaching for my antiquated phone. No messages, no missed calls. And this will be what it's like in a week's time.

I will miss you, but I don't think this will be reciprocated; I never did think it will be otherwise. Time will wash these silly thoughts away, I'm sure. Like how turpentine removed the enamel paint stains on my floor. But also just like how it didn't, from my stained clothes.