the end of

it was the end of winter, but still very cold. it was like a secret that nobody keeps. you kept on walking, looking away from the crowd. stillness, my friend, is never young never old.

 

 

– previously posted here – 

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“ruangan ini ditutup & disegel”*

we used to look outside
commenting on the many lives passing by our window at the corner
thinking we should at least have a bit of fun while we waste ours

though only secretly

and in our big little heads we wanted to believe
take pride even
in having total control of the process
we thought this wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t let it

and so we told stories
none of them ours
held on to the neverending,
hopefully like the night,
glasses of cheers
laughed sinister laughs
pleasant to our heartless ears

while inside
we had the suspicion this could actually be

love,

prayed hard for it,
then washed it down with
jokes
they brought tears to our hopeless eyes

then one night we held hands under the table

another we tried to look more drunk than we really were
(after you kissed me in the rest room)

and now we are looking in
at the dusts sitting in our chairs

(what would we say about us?)

and we walk
home

 

 

– previously posted here

*roughly means “this space is closed & sealed”

what is nice

i

have

no

idea

i

have

none

 

what is nice

 

when

no

thing

surprises

no

more

 

what is nice

 

our eyes

gleam

with

a

secret

as

frail

as

a

good

night

kiss

barely

touching

the

lips

 

what is nice

 

spell

that

word

 

what is nice

 

i’ll

probably

end

up

in

your

writing

just

like

you

in

mine

 

what is nice

 

must

not

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

end.

 

 

 

– previously posted here –