Kertas terhampar, tinta memudar,
suara kipas angin berdecit,
mengisi ruang dengan sunyi.
Kalimat terhenti, jeda panjang,
menyimpan percakapan yang tak terucap,
satu huruf pun tak berani.
Berita usang, cerita tak sampai,
menyadari cinta bukan milik,
tapi hadir dalam rindu.
In the dim room, the alarm flickers,
a whisper of time that holds no power.
I reach out, fingers finding the switch,
silencing the call of morning's demand.
The ashtray sits, a testament to nights,
filled with thoughts that never speak.
I look into the mirror, eyes meeting eyes,
searching for strength in the quiet moment.
The world outside waits, unaware of this pause,
a breath held in the stillness of dawn.
I understand now, happiness is fractured,
a mosaic of moments, not always whole.