There are questions
right there in your deep, dark brown eyes.
They’re wondering about my silence:
Every day we meet,
You kindly greet me
and we talk for a while.
Still, those questions linger
probably like the cold winter
back in your hometown
as you try to conceal your frown.
How do I tell you
what’s been troubling me?
I hate to share you these blues,
when I only want to make you happy.
Please, don’t get me wrong;
this isn’t a romantic love,
just a sisterly affection.
For now, I hope it’s enough.
Perhaps someday I’ll open up more,
I’d rather not scare you and make things worse.
I just don’t have the heart.
You may say you’re a man,
yet you still have the heart of a boy.
You’ve always been such a good friend.
I’d rather see your world full of joy.
Just pray that I’ll be okay.
Pray that these haunting ghouls will go away.
(Jakarta,3/1/2014 – 10:30 am)