By: Shofa Umrotul Hasanah
Thou gave the finest fairest world to me
Thou pronounced the sweetest kindest words for me
Thou treated the warmest and warmest, especially to me
Was that Amortentia thou give for me?
I slept the worst sleep
I smiled the foolest smile
Thou, your stares made me do
Was that an Imperio of thou?
I opened up my heart
Thou showed up and fill it up
I kept thou in, deepest down of my heart
Thou left and leave it all behind
Our laughter, our smiles—
Our memories, our tales
And now I know I might cries
In my sweater with watercolour eyes
Thou left ‘us’ and bye for past
I’ll keep going, constantly ‘till the last
Oh—
Is this a Draught of Living Death for me?
