Unchanged

I thought it would be easy to forget you,

But every time the dusk arrives,

I gasp for air,

As the memories of you run back through my veins.

…

I thought it would be easy to let you go,

But every time the sky looks like this,

That void inside me reappear,

Torturing me with the fact that even after all these years,

I am still who I was.

Jogja, February 22, 2023

Hayu Hamemayu