August 28, 2017

love letter

We left
Our memories at the door
Not because we're sick of it
It's there
So that we can
Reminisce when we want to
Without staring
At the horizon through the window

Now that
I am desperate
I tasted the last time we kissed
Calming but bitter

Your kindess
So pure it melted heart
It cannot melt
What I don't have

I tasted sorrow
So deep I look for you
Through this city's road
I tried
To pick up your trace
Even though
You're no longer here

This poem
Is so ironic
So self centered
While it is speaking of you
May the bridges I burned
Light my way
Back home where

Your memories stay

~Bandung, 28 August 2017

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