Tanpa Pesan Terakhir

Memory sometimes behaves like a stubborn record, getting stuck on one track and refusing to let go. The melody is simple, the words are clear, but that only makes it more painful: it's as if someone is still standing at the threshold, even tho they left a long time ago. There's a quiet imprint of loss in the air, and a tenderness in the voice that has nowhere to be placed. And tho the footsteps have long faded, it feels like my heart is still waiting for the door to open again, even if only for a couple of beats.