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

But,

Alas

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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