When Time Effaced Your Presence

Photo by Tim Oun on Unsplash

The eventide had loomed and your

voice will incarnate into an echo.

Beside the grimy window, i am

pondering —

the moon depicts a morose saga for me.

Moon is benevolent; unfurling warm radiance

onto my shuddering limbs

The eventide is getting sodden

and your voice incarnate into gurgling water in my dream.

At the dawning, i will descry you dissipated anew

Jakarta, February 2024