I just got my appetite back,
a bowl of noodle soup, a plate of “siu mai”
and plenty of rice,
not for the warmth
but the memories we both have.
People talking about a Chinese New Year,
celebrating the money we earned or spent?
Will your coming-home-at-six make me happier?
I don’t know what I am thinking about.
I’m all about gaining weight now,
paranoid yet careless,
unnecessary yet true.
I keep my mouth shut,
when I’m trying to put up with you or myself
Funny that your mom got your old stuff back.
Everything became perfect
for such a snowy day.
It will be the same,
you got your memories back,
and i got my appetite.