Tuan Poetry

we’re hiding, wishing, then waiting; for the bleeding we can’t stop. every tear we fail to fight, falls again, and won’t give up. all these years, my eyes have known no one else but you alone. i know — we both know — we weren’t meant for each other. maybe in another world we will collide again, maybe then you’ll love me right or maybe I will unlove you once our eyes find each other year by year, I couldn’t be shaken — all my days, I loved you the most, until it hurt so good. night after night, i whisper a prayer for your sake. through silence, storm, or endless skies, through gentle dawn or shadowed gray, even when your eyes forget my face, and time rewrites our yesterday — i will love you, either way. where laughter and pain entwine, you were the poem I couldn’t finish, the love I once called mine. ’cause I love you — either way.

malam ini aku menaikkan doa bagimu, tuan semoga semesta memperlakukanmu dengan lembut binar matamu muncul bagai suar di tengah pusaran kepala mendesak ke dalam senggangku yang hanya satu menit namamu ikut menggema di antara rasio pikiranku padahal, kau telah terbunuh dalam hatiku tempo lalu tapi lihatlah, kau bangkit kembali sejak pukul tujuh hingga larut begini; tiga pesan yang tak pernah sampai rindu bertalu-talu tanpa malu dari jauh sangat jauh hanya bisa dari jauh.