This is so typical, isn't this?
There's a lot we often miss;
a vacant space to waste
daydreaming on easy, lazy days.
There are people we often take for granted.
Being busy has kept us separated.
Then we start freaking out when it's time for them to go.
"Please, stay!" we often beg them so.
"Stay another day,
even if you still have to go away.
One more hug, one last kiss,
just one final, momentary bliss?"
This is so typical, don't you think?
Oh, how many regrets and much despair it brings.
Will there always be that little chance
for us to only repent and make amends?
R.
(Jakarta, 15/8/2014 - 7:00 pm)
