By the time I checked in at my suite in Koh Samui,
he was working and sleeping in the office.
By the time I unpacked,
I had:
funded our startup,
run our household,
tended our two baby daughters.
By the time I unpacked
my toiletries,
my bras,
my dress from Sydney, cobalt blue,
the sun was dropping behind the horizon.
I stood there,
not speaking to myself.
Do I belong to him?
Does he belong to me?
By the time I got back to Hong Kong,
I had slept long,
swum,
eaten Phat Thai and papaya sweet,
dreamt.
By the time I got back to Hong Kong,
I had asked him to come back to the house.
Faye Wong - Dreams (cover) - Chungking Express
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