I remember,
our first meeting—
when my jokes never fell flat,
when your laughter wasn’t just courtesy,
but a genuine reply.
Since then,
I knew,
your presence was something I could look forward to,
not just being there,
but truly present.
But over time,
the green I once saw so clearly
slowly faded from my view.
Maybe it was never truly green,
or maybe I was colorblind.
I’ve tried to let go,
convincing myself over and over
that I no longer miss you.
Yet something—
perhaps an unforced smile,
or the ease of a shared laugh,
reminds me
that I once knew what that felt like.
Maybe I no longer miss you,
but I miss someone
who can catch my jokes without hesitation,
who remembers the little things about me without being asked.
Maybe it’s not you,
but since you,
the bar is no longer the same.
Jakarta, 27 Maret 2025
01:47
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