From My Journal: Trains
(I have three trains
in my diary pages)
Solo, 14/01/1994
I met train a week
before you will not meet me
anymore
I was really nervous to know it
you ever told me: many pickpocket,
they know how the new-ones
spell their names and shake hand,
also where the wallet hidden
in my town, you know, there is no rail,
but I want to find you most
you said another time,
"Do you know Balapan Station song?
I live no so far from there."
Yogyakarta, 23/01/2000
in front of ticket room, few seconds
before train close its doors
and go, in a rush I want
wear you a thick hug
as sweater for rainy days
which is bring influenza
and amnesia
Makassar, 30/08/2005
time used to be a train window
everything pass as thunderclap
outside that window, I couldn’t
see where your face are
then time become train rail
send back all people who went away
unfortunately, I had left the station.
Copyright © Aan Mansyur | Year Posted 2007
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