Today I can write the saddest poem, like a beautiful birthday cake cut into pieces or a candle that is blown out after a wish is read or people congratulating you on all the achievements that you have persisted until now in your growing age.
Today I can write the saddest poem, but not about my birthday, but about the days, about the months, about the years, that I've been through, everything was happy, yes I am very happy.
Indonesia, 18th June 2022 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Longer sleepless evenings Humid, dark, and bleak Serene and sorrowful homes Blossoming sakura trees weep With heavyhearted lonely buds Spring, unforgettable saddest spring Trees not lovelier and so are fields Nor the day more delightful than the evening These unhappy blooms in pink Signal a different kind of grief
Sakura (cherry blossoms) are constantly cited as the most recognizable sign of spring in Japan. When trees all over the country burst into breathtakingly beautiful clusters of pink flowers right about the time it gets warm enough, people yearly go outside to enjoy. Blooming of the sakura is a beautiful gift from mother nature, hanami (sakura viewing) is done by many people in spring. But due to COVID-19 pandemic, parks right now are being closed to avoid more transmission of SARSCoV2.
i could see heaven in your eyes the saddest sun will rise a forever we may be if only your eyes could see lips as soft cream touch so gentle at the seam i wonder if you could love me cause when i look at you i see the sea Could it be? Maybe meant to be
the saddest thing about our story is that we could have made it work. if you cared about me like i cared about you, you would have fought for me. but you didn’t. it’s so clear. i was right every time that i told you i loved you more. you always denied it and said you love me more, but i guess now we know.
The saddest part is telling you I'm fine The saddest part is when I can't look into your eyes The saddest part is me believing it's alright The saddest part is I can't state what's been on my mind
The hardest thing was not remembering Cause in my mind, it's all over, they are swirling It's here and there and I've been trying Trying so hard to get them off but I can't stop thinking
The most painful is me still holding Still trying to save what's left but there's nothing Letting my mind assume that we can go back to the beginning But I also knew that we can't because the story's end is nearing
The most painful sight is you too is hurting But we're left no choice we aren't for each other's loving You are the Sun that shines in the morning While I am the Moon that hovers darkness in the evening
And the saddest part, the saddest part is me telling you lies That I'm not hurting, I didn't cry Not a river when I lay at night That I am happy and fine and I don't mind