By: Benuu
Forgive me,
letting go of you is like crafting endless verses
on that Saturday dinner—just us two
you folded your hands, eyes softly closed
and i lifted both my hands without a word
oh—how tender that moment felt.
Perhaps,
you still recall the day
that Sunday's simple joy of ice cream shared
laughter dissolving the heaviness in our minds,
on my shoulder your head settled,
and your hand caressed the strands of my hair.
But all remains naught but a tome of SEPIA dream
whose pages flutter with yesterdays lost to time
the heart tought noble, kneels before the pain
dor anguish speaks a reason fails
no storm, no shatter—just silence and surrender
like a balloon loosed into the breathless ether.
Thanks, jasmine
whom I met amidst the blossoms of the lover's garden
three year's unfolded like a rainbow beneath celestial shade
thought banyan and jasmine can't remain as one
i CHOOSE not to weep,
so don't say for REGRET!
“Let the aurora enshrine our love into stardust.”
Purwokerto, 28 Mei 2025
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