Di sudut meja, undangan terlipat rapi
menyimpan harap yang tak pernah berangkat
seperti papan nama toko yang pudar
menunggu waktu yang tak kunjung tiba
kau tahu, aku tak pernah mengirimkannya
dan kita tetap diam dalam ingatan
Masa lalu, aku bicara padamu
tanpa perlu jawaban yang tak mungkin datang
di antara detik yang terus melaju
seperti angin yang tak pernah singgah
mengapa kita menunggu, meski tahu
dunia berjalan tanpa kita pahami
Di sudut kamar, jaket itu tergantung,
saksi bisu perbincangan malam.
Jam dinding berhenti di angka dua belas,
menyimpan detik yang tak pernah kembali.
Aku tersenyum, meski bimbang mengintip,
dari balik mata yang pura-pura lupa.
Satu kata menghentak,
tenang.
In the hollow room, silence echoes
a prayer breaks through, gentle yet firm
from the minaret, it spills over
filling the morning air with restless notes
I pause, as if caught in a net
as the ashtray overflows with yesterday's regrets
and the night lingers in the corners
The call, it rises and falls like breath
each word a pulse, a reminder
of what was left unsaid, undone
anger simmers beneath the surface
held back by the weight of dawn
while the room remains empty, waiting
for something more than echoes
Outside, the world begins its stir
yet within, I am still caught
between the past and the present
the ashtray a silent witness
to nights spent in futile dreams
and mornings filled with unanswered questions
as the prayer continues its steady rhythm
In this space, I find a strange peace
not all must end or begin anew
some stories are meant to linger
unfinished, like the cigarette's last breath
or the prayer that fades into light
I accept the incomplete, the unresolved
and embrace the dawn as it is
balon terlepas, melayang pelan
langit senja menyapa hangat, namun ragu
asbak penuh abu, cerita sisa
kata orang, waktu menghapus jejak
tapi aku tahu, ia menanam kenangan
membiarkan diri, bagian dari waktu