Dum Medium Silentium

:K It's going to be five months soon, this 2nd March. To rekindle is to redefine what cheers our spirit up. We redefine what reunion is all about after in silence manifesting the abundance for ourselves, yup I meant for me and him. Our reunion is far from lovey-dovey. It's more of being available for each other anytime one needs support. People might think we are rekindling to pay off the lust and to create a greater flame in our hearts. The fact is that the flame stays the same, it shines not burns.  I am much obliged to the man who keeps the red roses spring in my heart, yet June hasn't come. Each time he reassured me that new days were coming. The contentment is everlasting, the joy is in the air. He asked, "Can you feel the difference? My heartbeat, the walls, and the words I was trying to tell you, all are rhyming together in tune. They speak melody. I sing for you. I have been waiting for you in my arms."  To the man who stares into my eyes in awe, we're...

 Dear my love, Kelvin, please accept my deep condolence on the loss of your beloved sister and beloved grandma this year.  We never been taught how to understand the loss of our loved ones: father, sister, and granny. The grief can be particularly intense. It is accepted as natural part of life with shock, confusion, and also sadness. Grieving becomes significant to welcome those feelings and to continue to embrace the time we had with our loved ones.  I genuinely appreciate your personal willingness to share what you feel. Let's go hand in hand with this wide range of emotions. This sad news can be the most uneasy challenge we face. It also can be the remembrance to honor them. I am thinking about you who are experiencing restlessness, tightness in the chest, and breathlessness.  We don't miss our father, our sister, and our granny. It's not a goodbye for they always stay here, with us in our hearts with love and peace. We will continue the bond we had with our love...

Kepada K. Aku mencitaimu sepanjang sinar bulan yang membulat sampai ke bumi tanpa dipantulkan ulang cahayanya. Air menggenang di tanah tapi hujan tertampung di kaca jendela. Langit berawan, namun bintang mengerdip, begitu genit berkelindan di balik matamu. Aku ingin mendaki ke atas bulan, memanjatkan hal-hal mustahil sambil memegang erat pergelangan tanganmu. Bawa saja aku, bahkan ketika kau sedang bermimpi, menghidupkan ulang harapan yang terpotong menjadi tersambung, satu-persatu, juga begitu pelan. Di perjalanan yang tidak begitu singkat, kita berkelana, mengarungi banyak kelok, jatuh dan tergelincir, menyasar hingga menemukan petunjuk dengan mengikuti kemana garis tanganmu menyebar. Tatkala garis itu terpotong, kita bergegas dengan menukik ke arah tebing yang masih hijau. Ucapmu, "Udara menjadi segar begitu kita senantiasa bersama." Maka kuikat kedua lenganku di pundakmu. Aku berdoa sejenak, bahwa meski bencana melanda, kita masih bisa berenang dan berpegangan lebih erat ...