Possession

What is in my possession?

Mansions n castles? 

Glittery gold? 

Youth n beauty? 

The dearly beloved? 

None, I tell you this. They are but grains of sand slipping through my fingers. 

What is in my possession? 

Life so long? 

Filled with memories? 

Of where and who I belong? 

None, I tell you this. They are but mere recollection of what lingers. 

What is in my possession? 

Time. 

True, and I tell you this. Lucky are the ones granted with time to spend making amends. 

What is in my possession? 

Not even my heart, dear. 

For it too belongs to you. 

Jakarta-Düsseldorf 

Desember 2018