A Burning Candle

          The year 2020 went by in the blink of an eye.  The same thing happens to your shadow, which vanishes along with the sky's gloom. For the first time ever, I believed that I had finally discovered light. Turns out, I actually discovered a dim lantern that needed help. How am I supposed to take the joy in your eyes and your sadness? I hand over my last flame to you. I let its rays heal you. As if by seeing you happy, I glow along.

         You can count on the fact that I'm happy we met. Tell tales of wounds that have left you heartbroken. It was no use pretending to be someone else when I was with you. I accept your wounds and you accept who I am. the days that we spend traveling. Bintaro-Senayan with their endearing twinkles. Isn't it lovely? We are holding hands because we are afraid of losing each other. I still remember our conversation about life in November. Also, those bedtime tales you told me when I was scared. My palm is still marked by the warmth of your hand. Despite the fact that I had kicked it out numerous times, it still refused to leave. The amygdala, a region where memory and trauma converge, stores your grip.

         Until we were both confronted with a dilemma. I can sense your mental ravages, and you are aware of my mounting, quiet concerns. The light I shared for us to grow together faded as the sky darkened. I wondered what happened to the man I adored. Is our time only short, even to have each other? Even though I had to search in the darkness, I was still looking for our frantic laughing. It surprised me when I see that the light I assumed was intended for us was actually used to get a greater light.

         Count on it; I'm pleased to have met you. But I was a candle that had completely burned out. I became sucked into the darkness of your game by following it. On the other hand, it becomes significantly brighter for you. You had my spark, yet you used it against me. The little candle eventually ran out of flame as the years went by. But a tiny candle burned down to embers like an immortal phoenix. And this time, the more you burn me, the more I born.