Baby left for training this afternoon.3 months.
Baby says he'll be back for my birthday.
I hope I'll not be disappointed.
After I left the airport, everything seems so normal.
So normal, butI feel something missing inside me.
I tear whenever I think of him.
"Where are you and what are you doing now?"
Whatever I see, I do, I think,
they remind me of baby.
The road back home down Boundary Road,
VegeCrisp,
the playlist Baby plays in his car,
the yellow Honda Jazz-es.
This is only day 1,
and the night is unbearable.
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