of seeing you behind my tears

you stood glossed in front of me.

like an antique.

purified.

like porcelain.

and everything else just stopped.

like portrait.

frozen-still.

like almost dead.

 

you stood blurred in front of me.

like a shadow.

darkening.

like a demon.

and the rest just faded away.

like a small feather.

hovering.

like almost gone.

 

 

 

 

21 january 2001
“bagaimana sembuh dari asmara, kecuali dengan perang?” (centhini – kekasih yang tersembunyi, hal. 31)