2016-12-21 - 4:31 p.m.
It was one of those many nights out in this city
another long walk for you and me
your hazel eyes and my brown ones
the cross necklace hanging around your neck
me, quietly reciting prayers in Arabic
What would they have thought
at the sight of us that night?
How I miss those simple days
when we walked side by side
An unlikely friendship, they might say
Still, I wouldn't have it any other way
Lately, I've been in need of something like this
Should I beg them please?
Peace is all I want
even when it's been harder to find...
R.
(Jakarta, 2/12/2016 - 00:35 am)
