Posted: Thursday, June 4, 2009 | Posted by Albertus Prawata | Labels:

The air is thick, the day is cold, an evening has come.
The rain is falling, bringing a fresh picture of our time.
A smile is written on the dancing pond, the day has passed.
Smirked. Missing my Sunday already.

You were there, texted me good morning on a gloomy day.
And now, here I am, just around the corner.
Waiting for the next train to pick me up home.
Somewhere far, I hope.
So I would always want to miss you and need you.

The pillow song is heard, whispering the nicest melody.
So I’ll let it beep one more time in the darkest hour,
and then I'll sing you a lullaby…

Good night.=)


  1. Anonymous said...
  2. ...really hate to admit this, but i really miss you...