Bagiku, kau adalah sebuah kemewahan. Aku adalah lelaki yang tidak banyak punya. Pun aku tidak banyak harta. Hanya rasa, yang kupanen berlimpah-limpah. Ku simpan, untuk kau lusa nanti ku hibah. Mempertahankanmu adalah sembilu, yang menancap dalam, terkoyaknya bagian manapun, bersimbah darahnya kutersenyum. Aku ingin, menjadi pengemis, mengemis hangat padamu, agar kau hibahkan juga padaku, yang kekurangan, yang tidak memiliki apa-apa. kau adalah sebuah kemewahan bagiku.
In the beginning of the day, the feeling of missing you is paused. Covered by tasks, problems, and so on. Yet it is unpaused and start from where it has been left a moment after all my list of the day are done. I miss you till the sun is arose. And it is paused, again.
What if i'm missing my sisters, knowing how wonderful it is if I see their possibly daughters and sons, their beautiful houses, their beautiful lives, their beautiful smiles that they could inherit to their kids. This possibility making me sad deeply because this possibility will never be happen. Including my possible future children that maybe wondering how do the feel of carried by their aunts when they are cried? how do the feel of their aunts being their second mom? I realised this is destiny but, people, few of them maybe wish to have no sisters, but i'm here always wish the destiny carried out differently. This never healed-hole in deep of my heart stays the same until today, and tomorrow. I just miss them
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