"what if the world stops when we're finally become one?" She asked.

"i don't know. let's just not worry. stop saying 'what if'. now is enough." He turned off the last cigarette, and sipped his coffee.

-
the door already closed.
there is no them,
just him and her.
she lies on her bed,
staring at the ceiling,
doesn't know for how long.
He turns the radio on,
playing their favorite song,
trying to sing along.

but the door already closed,
there is no way back.

-
"maybe someday, somewhere, we can fight for it more than this." she holds her phone tight.

"or maybe someday, somewhere, we have nothing but our own life. so we don't have to hurt each other like this."

"ok, fair enough."

she sent the last message,
and start to outcry in silence.

he has seen you naked,
but have you ever did the same to him?
have you ever known the deepest side of him?
because he tried his best to know you that much.

he has seen you naked,
but how many times you ask about his day?
how many times you listen to his complaint..,
or his fear?
yes, he has that fear.

he has seen you naked,
but haver you ever known..
your laugh is his strenght?
and your smile is the first thing that he thinks?
have you ever known that your sadness is his?
and everytime the tears stream down on your cheeks, he felt like a failure.
he fails to make you the happiest person on earth.

ya..
he has seen you naked,
but do you know..
how much he wants to know about your feeling?
how much he hopes that you will open the door just for once?
he hopes you let him in.

he tried to ask,
but afraid that you can't explain.

tick..,
tock..,
the ticking of the clock,
the hands of good-bye,
where i dont know which part is good when you say 'bye'.
the talk of 'you will be fine',
which i know that i wont.
the smile of 'i will see you soon"
which we don't know 'when is soon?'.
.
the bus stop,
the rain drops.
one coat, two slots.
is the clock still ticking?
'cause you're about to leaving,
while i'm here,
hanging..
.
tick..,
tock..,
the clock keeps ticking,
but the memory of you keeps sticking.

you have seen her naked,
but you dont know her that much.
you dont know how she struggles with her life,
or what scent that she likes.
you dont know how she deals with her flaws,
or what makes her smile in the morning.
you just dont know her, that much.

you have seen her naked,
but she bets you have no idea about her obsession.
what she wants to be in the future,
how is her in the past,
and how she feels right now.

you have seen her naked,
but have you ever asked about her day?
have you ever wonder what is she doing at 3 a.m. when everyone is dreaming?
you have seen her naked,
but you dont even know how she feels toward you.
you never ask,
and she can't explain.