Toast, Milk and A Poem

Selabrasi penatnya rindu,
yang lengang bak ruang hampa udara.

Nafasnya tercabut satu-persatu,
Akalnya diam, tak ada bising yang membahana.

Hanya rindu yang berbisik,
setelah diberi jarak pada waktu.

Sudah lama rupanya,
Semesta telah berganti rupa sejak kepergiannya.

Konsekuensi ditinggalkan,
Membekas ruang hampa yang tak berupa.

Mengapa pernah ada,
Jika untuk pergi.

Mengapa pergi,
Jika tak dapat merelakan.

Kurayakan pesta-pesta kepergian lagi,
menyambut masa-masa kelam sang pungguk


yang tiada henti merindu rembulan.



Sasha, 22 Mei 2020.
Ramadan tahun kedua setelah hari itu. Rasanya masih seaneh saat pertama kali.

I owe you the sun,
for coming to the raging storm,
When you wished for the clear blue sky.
It's been long gone for the shine of golden sun.
But you came, and look up for one.
I had it once,
Now I have it none.

Something heavy, something steep coral reefs.
Pierced the steps along your way to the emerald sea.
I wished you knew,
I wished you knew before you dive into it.
Things that bleed the ocean through, and painted it maroon.

I wished it could be an island of Delos,
with a view of silver lining that engraved the horizon.
But the earth parted, dragged you down to the core.
With a view of nothing but the soil.
I wished I could save you,

And I wished, the storm will pass too.