"No More Wish"

*by: T.S. Frima

There's a chance that you've forgoten
what you've said,
what you've sent to me on those windy nights.

No matter what, you wrote, we will always be this way.

There's a chance that you've just made them up,
and i was only a clown
with syrupy-sweet jokes.

Who ever you'll become, you wrote, i will always hold your hands.

There's a chance that those tears were all fake.
And no such a thing as a trurst-worthy line,
nor any explaination.
Yet, i believe in you, because

we will meet in our secret place, you wrote, and the stream of time will answer our questions.

The rain is fading away.
The sky is mocking.
The moving clouds are singing joyfully.
The clock is ticking, laughing.
Down here, i'm thinking,
am i a fool?
....
No more wistle,
nor wish
upon a stop-beating heart.

(27 dec 2007, kos, Padang gerah)

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