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May 2014
You lit one,
Between the bar we and strangers were blended in hecticness
Your face faded by the smoke around the walls
I needed no clear view,I liked ur mew , by the way
Sipped one drink,words were flowing

You lit your second, you twisted the smoke, threw it to the stuffy air
My eyes were following, wondering where those smokes would rupture
I did the same, repeatedly
You did the same,vividly,
in heavy breathe, sour and dry laughing at the beginning to the next ciggarette

Your eyes were getting glazed
As if looking into something deep down
of an answer from nonsensical question
Of a bitter sweet, perhaps
of a foolish surrender you have made,perhaps
Of a misery in your chest you had kept probably
Or of unspoken words, no need to be declared

I blew those smokes around you
You were laughing
This city was made for strangers,
Strangers like Us
We own  every corners as we linger in our presence
Pretending we have no other lives but here
For those who wait, I know no fear

A car passed by, it honked too loud
We both yelled and laughed at it
Interupting long loud lamentation in silence
You swallowed your pain
I knew it,
We shouldn't have shared any kiss or touch

We both yawned
We could hear chairs behind were sliding
They were leaving
Through your satire, I still laughed
Cigarettes were smoldering, while you talked
Reflected in the glass and eyes
You wish to go,carefree feet I will give

We walked through the hymn of blue eve
As the city road collapsed and expanded, wider in your pupils
I waited and watched
Words as your hands tickled (in) my mind
Burning skin as your gently touch wiped through

You lit your last , it was time
Again you twisted the smoke
Again my eyes were following where it would go,
Your silence are too loud
Light from midnight so dim
Creating a ghost that was dancing on your somber face

Our fingers quickly interlocked,
tightly  through the ticking clock
Soon the sun was set, at the first dawn
We shared no more cigarettes and talk  or maybe it was not me or you who were sitting

All after time, tables and chairs
Even when we are no longer there
But it  lingers in years
Every scent in every scene

So long , another time perhaps
Dian Eka
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Dian Eka
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