Under City Light

“I don’t have feelings anymore for that boy from your class,” “Well, sad to hear that…” “Hm? I thought you don’t like it when I talked about him,” “That’s partly true, but if you don’t crush on him anymore, you won’t call me at midnight only to talk about his Instagram story,” “I will still call you. I will tell you about my cats, my cactus, my brother who doesn’t like choco mint ice cream, or the last movie I watched,” “Then I will listen to you all night long,” ”Just like before?” ”I could listen to you for two days straight,” ”What does that mean?” ”It means something, like, I like your story, I like your voice, I like your laugh, I like your giggles, I like everything about you,” ”What does that mean, again?” ”Do you really want me to say that?” “Do you really believe that it was all about those stupid Instagram story?”

You always take me somewhere beautiful Somewhere like beaches in summer Parks in autumn and spring Nice coffee shop in winter You always take me somewhere you put your childhood memories Somewhere like amusement park Ice cream shop across the street or that little park near your home "Where should we go next time?" "I don't know, but that town where you finished your high school is okay," "It's just a small town, you won't find anything good," What do you mean? I found your eyes wherever we go together I found you smiling looking at my camera I found you between my fingers when we cross the road I found you, I found you.

waktu itu matahari belum sepenuhnya pamit  semburat jingga masih malu-malu datang angin masih bertiup sedikit hangat lampu-lampu jalan pun belum dinyalakan burung-burung masih banyak berterbangan waktu itu matahari perlahan menjauh dariku yang mendekat hanya sebuah siluet dan wangi parfum kayu-kayuan burung-burung sudah tidak lagi di sini sekarang yang ada hanya kupu-kupu menggelitik perut dan aku yang malu-malu melangkahkan kaki lebih dekat

kalau ada waktu aku pulang kok, tungguin ya. kamu nggak pernah bilang pulang ke mana  kamu nggak pernah bilang rumah yang mana  hari itu aku bersandar di pundakmu  pundak yang aku kenal paling kuat  hari itu nggak se-tegap biasanya  aku sudah bilang pulang, sayang. pulanglah kalau berat pulanglah kalau semuanya terasa berat aku juga nggak pernah bilang pulang ke mana aku juga nggak pernah bilang rumah yang mana pulang, sayang nggak harus di sini pulang ke tempat  yang nggak harus didatangi  hanya saat kamu sempat

"Aku berangkat dulu, ya," ia bawa koper merah super besarnya itu,  koper yang ia bawa saat pertama kali  datang ke sini, ke kota ini. biasanya tidak pernah ia bawa si merah ini  ke mana-mana, kecuali akan pergi lama. "Lama, ya?" "Perjalanannya? He-eh, sekitar 7-8 jam," bukan itu, bodoh "Lama, ya?" "Iya, lumayan, kayak muter 120 lagu nonstop," lalu, aku, harus putar berapa lagu  selama kamu pergi? seribu? sepuluh ribu?  "Di sana berapa lama?" "Belum tau, liat dulu," belum tau, tapi kamu sudah bawa  koper merah itu "Yang penting balik ke sini," "Yaaa nanti balik pas kamu udah hampir  lupa sama aku. Biar nggak lupa!"  jangan. jangan seperti itu. kalau seperti itu caranya,  kamu nggak akan pernah kembali.

his love was a sweet short trip to paris  the last petal of daffodils in autumn  the epilogue of a good tv series  and a lullaby for a tired soul  his love was a gelato shop at 9 pm  the last scoop for two  cones are out of stock  a paddle-like utensil for two  they said nothing last forever  paris for another city  autumn for spring  epilogue for other title  lullaby for a good morning 9 pm for 9 am but  johnny  would you like a short trip to dusseldorf,  perhaps?

orang-orang bilang,  perasaan merah merekah ini  yang bisa membuat segalanya jadi sempurna  tapi terakhir kali kita saling menyapa  kamu lupa di mana kamu taruh maskermu sendiri kamu lupa mana wadah kue  mana wadah makanan bella kamu lupa membuka tutup teh botol kaca  dan langsung membawanya ke meja  tapi aku juga lupa  lalu kita tertawa  lalu, ternyata ini yang orang-orang sering bilang