Di sudut meja, seragam sekolah terlipat
Menggantung pada malam yang tak beranjak
Menanti pesanan yang tak kunjung tiba
Kopi hitam dingin, menemaniku dalam hening
Malam merayap lewat jendela kaca
Menghitung detik di antara napas
Kursi kosong seolah bicara… tentang janji
Yang menguap bersama asap rokok
Di luar, lampu jalan berkelip samar
Seperti harapan yang terjaga di dada
Namun, tidak semua janji harus ditepati
Dan aku belajar menerima itu, dalam diam
The headlines whisper secrets I can't grasp,
ink smudged on fingertips,
stories unfold like leaves falling,
beneath the ketapang's shade,
searching for truth in printed lines.
I hear my voice, a murmur,
asking questions that linger,
words scatter like seeds,
on the page, seeking roots,
among columns of fleeting promises.
The world spins beyond the window,
a dance of shadows and light,
as if the paper holds the universe,
in its crinkled folds,
the morning's breath on newsprint.
Pondering the weight of these stories,
I realize not all vows hold,
like leaves that drift away,
from the branches they once knew,
some promises are meant to be broken.
di bawah tempat tidur, gelang kecil tergeletak
sunyi merayap dari balik suara orang
warung kopi di pinggir jalan menunggu
janji yang pernah terucap di antara hiruk pikuk
terbawa angin bersama debu dan kenangan
tak semua harus ditepati, bisik suara
A glass sits, clarity blurred by mist,
Voices dance, harsh and soft in the air,
Like a promise unspoken, it twists,
In silence, I listen, yet unaware.
The invitation rests, unsent, untouched,
Words collide, a cacophony of dreams,
Through the fog, intentions are clutched,
In quiet corners, nothing's as it seems.
Each word a whisper, each pause a scream,
The glass holds secrets, cold and wet,
Promises float like a drifting dream,
In the stillness, there's no regret.
Breaths mix with frost, a silent decree,
Not every vow finds its way to the light,
In the echoes, I find what’s meant to be,
Some promises are best left out of sight.