Mirror. Mirror.
Why is Bandung feels colder than yesterday? Is it because you're now hanging in front of her desk? Or is it because the sun won't see you anymore? Poor you, mirror.
Mirror. Mirror.
Why is her room's ceiling looks brighter than before? Is it because you stop haunting those demons? Or is it because Bandung is now colder than yesterday?
Oh, right, my bad.
It's not because the weather that feels colder than yesterday morning. It's not because you stopped haunting those demons. It's just me. It's just me getting older and weaker. It's just, her— stopped using me as her company to sleep.
Farewell, mirror.
Thank you for watching her growing up. Farewell, mirror.
Thank you for letting me see her when she's five, and when she turned seven, and twelve, and now she's eighteen and I might as well won't see her hugging me in front of you again, my dear mirror,
farewell.
— Luar Bumi
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LUAR BUMI
Poetryini sajakku, dan ini aku seseorang di Luar Bumi -Luar Bumi Ps: sajak ini tidak sepenuhnya aku yang buat. •••• hey, if you like my story, let's add my account. thank you, readers Started - 28 juli 2018
