The Meeting

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Don’t you think I ace it when we finally meet again?

It’s about time

that we meet again.

You

with your shiny brown hair

jogging lightly

a bucket of flowers in your hand,

smiling widely

like there’s no end.

And

me.

I,

with pieces of broken heart in hands,

am in tears

as you compile me

as one.


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Photo by Anthony Intraversato on Unsplash


Jakarta, something past 0 in the morning, finally posted.

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