Days After You Die
Your picture and name on your favorite mug fades away because it has been washed too often now.
Your favorite sweaters are being given away,
your clothes are nowhere to be found.
Those shoes also start to mold.
And your cold bed is now so rusty and dusty.
One by one people who remember your name and story will eventually die.
Your trace in every place became nonexistant and indifferent.
Your posessions become nothing but trash.
Our chat on every social media become a memory,
Which I read every time I miss us
Human is no bigger than a stardust in the middle of the universe; Their life is so fragile like the fire on a candle. Just one blow and its light could be no more.
Jogja, 09.01.2021
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