jangan amuk datang di sela hening, hujan
resah masih melaut di tengah jalan
jangan angin bisikkan hina, hujan
pijak hawa kenyang makan terpaan
burung tak bisa terbang jadi makanan hewan
atap masjid berhamburan masih kumandang azan
jangan rintik sendiri di atas pasang
cari sampai gersang tak dapat sayang
deras tepi jalan teduh sendiri
linang sampai malam ditinggal mati

mungkin alam semesta turut berduka atas kepergianmu.

you're wrong
she is not understanding
she is of gigantic question marks and
she sleeps on a bone-numbing hard mattress of whys
she is in the sweat-breaking comfort of her lover's hold but she never told anyone how she made a commitment with a what ifs two years ago

you're very wrong
she is neither calm or kind
you can't really call a crying hurricane a calm and kind thing
her facade is smiling with a turbulent anger
but never to anyone, only her own
and she never leaves anyone's home without a gentle au revoir
but her room is just an empty, vacant loony bin
you can't really call a ghost a living thing