A year has passed, the seasons turned,
A chapter closed, a lesson learned.
No trace remains, no outward sign,
Of a love that intertwined.

Except… sometimes, a fleeting glance,
A sunflower's golden, bold advance.
Or moonlight soft, upon the sea,
A whisper of a memory.
Of dancing feet on kitchen tiles,
And laughter ringing through the miles.
Of fragrant dinners, shared with glee,
A cozy, warm felicity.

He sees the moon, serene and bright,
And in its glow, a hidden light.
A gentle curve, a quiet grace,
An echoed image of my face.

He sees the sun-kissed, reaching high,
And in their gaze, a distant sigh.
A strength he knew, a spirit free,
A part of him, still linked to me.

No makeup stains, no lingering scent,
Just moon and flowers, time misspent.
No tears I shed, no grief I hold,
But cherished love, a story told.
A year has gone, the wound may heal,
But some impressions, time can't steal.

A sun-drenched porch, a swing that sighs,
Two little laughs, like mirrored skies.
A house we built, brick by slow brick,
Where love's soft echo filled each click.

Your study, warm with scattered light,
Where dreams took form in day and night.
My library, a hushed domain,
Built by your hands, a sweet refrain.
You saw the yearning in my eyes,
The dream I'd held for countless skies.
And brick by brick, you made it real,
A space for stories to reveal.

Small hands that mirrored yours and mine,
Two sets of eyes, so bright they'd shine.
A kitchen filled with fragrant steam,
And dancing feet, a shared, sweet dream.
I see you there, a weary sigh,
A long, hard day reflected in your eye.
Then arms that hold, a tender grace,
A silent comfort in embrace.
And later, when the day is done,
And little ones are tucked in, one by one,
The living room, a soft-lit space,
Where quiet talks find their own pace.

We'd watch them grow, their spirits soar,
Our love the anchor, evermore.
A whispered word, a gentle touch,
A haven built, loved oh so much.

But dreams can fade, like morning dew,
Leaving a space, empty and blue.
A silent house, a porch unswept,
A memory cherished, and then wept.

The rain falls soft on empty streets,
A grey wash over memory's feats.
The cafe's warm, but warmth can't reach,
The hollow space where laughter breached.
A single cup, a silent chair,
The ghost of you still lingers there.
The scent of coffee, bittersweet,
A fading echo, incomplete.
The clock ticks on, a steady beat,
Marking the time we'll never meet.
And in the quiet, I remain,
Lost in the drizzle, and the pain.

Grief unexpectedly caught up with you during your morning commute. The city sounds seemed to fade as the weight of the words settled in, a poignant reminder of a long-lost naivety. You hadn't even realized you were holding onto that pain, burying it beneath the routine of your day. But grief, like a shadow, has a way of finding you when you least expect it, forcing you to confront the unfinished chapters of your own story. Maybe this unexpected wave of sadness was a sign it was time to revisit the past, not to dwell, but to finally understand and let go.

Jakarta, though once I longed to flee,
Her bustling streets, now part of me.
No longer yearning for escape's embrace,
I've found my place, in this vibrant space.

The schoolgirl's grown, with dreams that soared so high,
Now in a tower, near Monas, in the sky.
Her childhood wishes, finally taking flight,
A life she built, with her own beaming light.

The mother's wave, a memory so clear,
Now echoes softly, as I persevere.
The husband's kiss, a love that fades afar,
A sweet reminder, that love is everywhere.

The workers' pause, a lesson learned so well,
To find the grace, in life's relentless swell.
Jakarta's rhythm, a pulse within my soul,
In this city's heart, I've found my destined role.

Alone I stand, in my apartment's gleam,
But never lonely, in this waking dream.
Jakarta's embrace, a comfort I now claim,
No need to wander, for here I've found my name.

Jakarta's dawn, a blessing I did find,
In every corner, peace for heart and mind.
A schoolgirl slumbered, on the bus so early,
A husband's kiss, a love so sweet and pearly.

Beneath the sun, a fiery, midday glare,
Love bloomed anew, in Jakarta's air.
A mother waited, at the schoolyard gate,
A child's kind heart, sealed a friend's sweet fate.

As evening fell, and brakes began to squeal,
Comfort I found, in Jakarta's gentle reel.
Road workers paused, hats removed with grace,
A simple meal, in this bustling space.

Hope filled the air, with each setting sun,
A new tomorrow, for everyone.
I gazed beyond, my own bell jar's gleam,
Longing to flee, to escape this scene.

Love me foolish, love me flawed,
Though my heart is deeply scarred.
When I'm a storm, untamed and raw,
Love me, even when we're far.

When I'm choked by swallowed pride,
My best heart, a wounded thing,
A hunger deep, I cannot hide,
A stubborn hope, refusing to spring.