Gelang kecil terselip, tak bersuara,
di bawah tempat tidur berdebu,
seperti bisikan yang terlewat.
Adzan magrib menyusup jendela,
mengisi ruang dengan doa,
dan waktu berdiam di sudut.
Aku saksi yang tak diingat,
mengerti arti kehilangan,
tanpa perlu alasan.
The rain taps gently on the tin roof,
a soft rhythm echoing in my chest.
I speak your name in silent prayer,
hoping the lift will carry my words,
to where you stand, waiting.
The metal doors remain closed,
the air thick with paused moments.
I imagine your face, eyes searching,
for answers in the patter of rain,
as if each drop holds a secret.
Time stretches, a gentle embrace,
holding us in its quiet hands.
I repeat, I repeat your name,
letting it float like a prayer,
until the world whispers back.