إلى جدّتي، في رحمة الله Sore hari yang aku kira biasa, 29 September 2026. You left us with too much love for Grief to remember your flaws. What stays are words you gave, And every lesson that you carved. My lifelong witness, constant and true, I thank the heavens for sending you. Across the path early to guard, As if an angel came from above. There are so many chapters to tell, Of all the ways you knew me well. My selfish hopes you were still here, A little longer, just more few years. But you’re seventeen again, they say. Your wings grown wide, fly, fly away. Your heart, your lungs, your blood, your breath, no longer bound by agony. I’ll miss you more than words can bear, But I wish you know I’m still right here. Still writing on, still learning how, Still becoming, somehow, somehow. Your body won't fail you twice, leaving those fragile hands of time. So rest now, where nothing hurts, where no goodbye can reach us
Too smart you're tricky, too kind I'm blind. Too honest you misread, too tactful I'm cruel. Too logical you're cold, too sensitive I'm dull. Too great you impair, too bad I failed. Too generous you're unvalued, too tightfisted I'm frugal. Too smug you rest on laurels, too busy I trade youth for gold. Too attractive you’re a threat, too plain I’ m dismissed. Too deft you’re exploited, too blunt I'm maladroit. Too patient you’re doormat, too guarded I’m aloof. Too forgiving you’re weak, too ruthless, I’m uncouth. Too certain you’re arrogant, too doubtful, I’m coward. Too loving you’re desperate, too proud I'm impossible. Too young you know nothing, too old, I've lost my soul. Too alive you’re reckless, too dead I'm finally at peace. So tell me what virtue survives when every mirror has two sides? Because when someone dies, all the little judgments the too this, too that fade into the past. What remains is not the measure, not the fault, nor the...