Thursday, July 30, 2009

SEPI

Babe, where are you now dear? i miss you babe... i feel lost without you dear. Why don't you say any farewell word before you go? So at least, i had been warned earlier that you will walk out from my life. And at least i prepare a bit so then i dont really sad knowing that you're not with me anymore.

i'm worried about you dear. I'm worried when i'm not hear you complain that you sakit this, sakit that, ngantok [i heard it almost everyday, then i bought a lot of chewing gum for you]. I used hear all your complains and when i not hear it anymore, i'm soo worried whether you really ok or not. How your work? How your life? DAMN!!!!! i all want to know about you babe.

Babe, you really become an outsider now. My old babe has gone without knowing what is his apparent reason. I feel SEPI, really really felt SEPI... every places i go remind me of you, everything i do, remind me of you, no matter how small it is i still can remember all of that. Who said that i really strong to overcome this? I cry a lot actually, i cry almost everyday within this month, no matter how loud i laugh but it can't make my heart laugh as well. Who said that this perasaan RINDU didnt effect my sleep at night? Who said this thing not effect my appetite? Who said this feeling didnt killing inside of me eventhough appearantly i look more than ok. But i know, no matter how far i go my old babe will always accompany me. My heart will always choose my old babe and not the new person now.
i wanna say million and million times that I MISS YOU BABE!!!! :scream:

2 comments:

Joan Clair said...

u know babe, i think it's better to leave without words, coz no words in the world can even prepare you for the grieve you will feel...Trust me, I know, been there, done that..This poem is dedicate to u efa dear!!

THE ART OF LOSING (BY ELIZABETH BISHOP)

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

NurEfa said...

I LOVE IT!!! thanks joan