Traffic stands still, an endless line,
breaths fogging the glass,
fingers trace absentmindedly,
a world outside, blurred
by the steam of waiting,
a cart selling fried rice.
Silence fills the car,
yet it's a quiet that soothes
as if the moment itself
whispers forgotten stories,
turning boredom into a pause
where meaning unexpectedly unfolds.
The clock ticks softly, whispering time's gentle flow,
As I sit here, a quiet observer in this sterile room.
Children in school uniforms pass by,
Their laughter echoes, a distant melody,
While I wait, silently, with thoughts that roam.
The chairs are cold, yet offer silent comfort,
I watch the nurses, their steps purposeful and calm.
A child clutches a teddy bear, eyes wide with wonder,
Parents speak in hushed tones, hope woven in their words…
I listen, absorbing the unspoken stories around.
The air is filled with muted anticipation,
As moments stretch and contract in their own rhythm.
I glance at my watch, but time remains elusive,
In this space, where life and pause intertwine,
I let the minutes pass, allowing them their course.
Di halte yang sunyi, kita menunggu,
Kain sarung menutupi kursi plastik,
Teman diam, menyimpan jeda panjang.
Dunia lewat, tak menyapa kita,
Senyum kecil di tengah kehilangan,
Penyesalan tumbuh, bagian dari diri.