It was a familiar face.

He was no stranger,

smiling at me as I made my way

towards this messenger

on one sunny day.


He said you were in town,

although not for long.

I hope I hadn’t worn a frown,

since I had no time to see you before you were gone.


I didn’t know what to say.

I kept my face well-composed, as if unaffected.

I didn’t want to give it away.

I’d rather appear emotinally-detached.


Perhaps I should remain independent.

You’ve always been impressed with me.

How I wish I could just pretend

that it was easy to accept that we could never be.


I think I should return to how I was before,

before these feelings existed and developed.

Perhaps I won’t love you this much anymore

and make sure this old heart won’t go shattered.


Yes, I guess I could do that.

All I have to do is try.

It shouldn’t feel so bad.

There’s no need for me to cry.


Perhaps soon those days will pass

and I no longer feel haunted by your steel blue eyes…



(Jakarta, 7/3/2015 – 10:00 pm)

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