It's not just a repetition
It's an iteration.
Trying to interpolate to know precisely what's been done
And extrapolate to forecast things that are about to be done.

Assumption kills,
Cutting of ideas just to clarify things.
Yet, the cutting feels needed
Even if it's based on assumption.
Even if they both know,
Assumption kills.

They talked so much,
About code of conducts,
About good communications
Without communicating it well.

They talked,
Line by line.
Stick to their own script,
Yet the writer *****.

Because they talked,
Line by line.
Stick to their own script,
But keep losing in translation.

Thus, interpolation is pointless
Extrapolation is worthless.
Agreement is unachievable.
And communicating is impossible.

The smile i remembered
The scent that used to linger
The warmth that used to warm me up

All those, are the things i missed

The soft laugh to my terrible jokes
The deep talk before sleep
The messy hair in the morning

All those, are the things i missed

The unconditional love you used to gave
The gaze that says "you might be the one"
The calmness due to the idea that we'd meet again soon.

All those, are things that missing.

I fall in love,
With your smile every time you see me.
With your hand brushing my hair, softly.
With your laugh of joy.
With you.

I feel safe,
When you're next to me.
When you tell me that everything's alright. Even though, sometimes i'm worried about something.
When i'm with you,
I no longer worry about things that might upset me.
When i'm with you,
I feel accepted.

I unconditionally love you.
I constantly fall in love with you.

Whenever you're around, i feel loved
Whenever i look at you, i feel lucky.
Whenever i talk to you, i fell deeper into your love.
I don't know how deep it would be, but i'll dive into it.
Because, the deeper i dive the more i learn the fact that......
I'm home.
I finally home.

I'm glad that you're happy
That's the least emotion i can feel
Seeing you smile so brightly
That's the most emotion you deserve to feel

I know you're sick of my apologies
But i still wanna say i'm sorry
For the past we left behind
For the future i tore

But i'm glad that you're happy
Surrounded by people who loves you
Surrounded by love which loves you
Surrounded by happines which you truly deserve

I'm glad that you're happy
I'm glad that i'm in misery
Because you deserve that
And i deserve that.

Sitting here alone by myself
Surrounded by shadows from the past
And ones that almost become the future

Yet, present is such a harsh word
The only N-word i hate is "now"
Even my pen hates writing it
My keyboard refuses to type it

Because now, we're stuck in the "now"
Now nowhere to go or to be gone
Nowhen? Is that even a word?
I don't know
It's equivalent with the direction i'm going
Forward/backward in space-time because right now, nothing is right right now.
Nothing is right but i'm no lefty
I can't write. About anything.

About you
About me
About shadows that sit next to me
About us used to
About us that almost might to

If I were you,
I don't want to be with me
Not even a shadow to company

If I were you,
I wouldn't be here
Even if it's imaginary.

One of my friends said,
If you ignite the sparks too early
It'll end up poorly

Though we knew that timing is the key
Though we knew that it was never too late
Yet it was also always too early

How can we live in such contradictory?

Maybe it was never meant to starts
Since we know that it'll be over
As soon as it began

So how can we know?
About the timing that we never got right?
About when, where, what, who, why, and how?

So how can we know?
If none of those questions
Ever answered