DARK LANES OF HAPPINESS

We wander through Geylang

Dark.

Darker because of the crowds.

Each street a new country.

Each selling its similarly unique wares

We watch the girls,

Neither of us talk much,

Just drinking coffee.

Counting the Mercs and Maseratis.

As suited men dart into cheap hotels.

For a short stay.

The rain starts

The shadows of temporary non loneliness hide under awnings

Or dribbling branches.

Ever hopeful.

We finish our coffee and trudge home

Wondering…