Yes, I Miss

This time. Night and the sky
up there,
deserted into the pen
pages and space
for each the wound.

This time. On the front,
porch with a coffee. I grumbled,
“Why should you?”
started strong winds
lankets pulled away
; curled up.
Once again I murmured,
“I miss. I hope there is no new injuries when met else but you”.

And this time. Yeah, i admit
i missed.

(Now, he’s like a real writer. It’s so strange and his self have made the lost further into the memories) Heu.


Tangerang, Desember-2016.


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