Sudah Ku Tarik Garisku

Ini akan jadi upaya kesekian. Menguburmu dalam-dalam. Berusaha menghilangkanmu. Kali ini aku yang mau. Kali ini aku yang sadar. 

Akan ku anggap ini layaknya patah hati yang kesekian kali. Aku sudah hafal rasanya. Sudah maklum dengan rasa pedih perihnya. Aku tidak akan berusaha  lekas sembuh. Akan ku nikmati prosesnya. Sampai habis tak bersisa. 

Sekarang waktunya. Aku tidak bisa tunggu lagi siapku. Sekarang atau begini-begini terus. 

Nanti. Jika kau mau mencari, kau boleh mencari. Jika kau menemukanku, kau boleh datang lagi. Aku yakin, saat itu aku sudah kuat. 

Jikapun kau tak peduli, silakan saja. Sudah ku tarik garisku. 

Na, 25092020

IMY

 I miss you. I miss the time we spent together, at night under the sky. In front of the cafe we used to visit once in a month. Talking about random things. Especially the impossibility of us. 

I miss you. I miss the hand in hand strolling along the street from my office to the train station after office hour. Your hand stroke along my hair gently. The soft taps on my back, and warm hug on my shoulder. I miss the way we walked the path. No rush, just a slow step. Like a baby learns to count. One, two, three.

Na, 31082020

I Can Wait

I can wait for you. Till you say stop.

I will bring you in my heart, keep you safe down inside. Until you say enough.

I will wait. Hours. Days. Months. Years. Decades. Until you say stop.

It's Okay

There are these words I want to hear from you, while you hug me, while you run your fingers on my hair.

"It's okay, don't worry. All are getting better."

"Take a rest if needed. Take times for yourself. Everything is gonna be just fine."

Is it okay, to rest my head on your cest? For a while, for a while.