aku adalah angin...

“kalau haus…?” “minum.”

“kalau lapar…?” “makan.”

“kalau ngantuk…?” “tdo.”

“kalau letey…?” “rehat.”

“kalau…”

there, she stopped.

“kalau…?”

‘kalau rindu… nak buat apa?’

she wanted to ask, yet the question only echoed in her head. she knew very well what the answer might be.

Big Red Strawberry Farm, CH

dia sedar

matanya tak mampu melihat

telinganya tak bisa mendengar

tangannya tak mungkin menyentuh

jadi inilah saja caranya dia mengubat hati…

she misses him badly.

that’s why she’s here.

Tuhan, sampaikan rindu ini padanya.