You are the good ol’ days I long to reach
And I hope I’ll get back to those days anytime soon
For now I think I’ve got everything sober
And if you don’t mind me asking, have you?
Waking up every morning now,
You, my dearest friend, always occupy my thought.
The slightest mind has you within, wondering and longing
to the chance of welcoming the days of you and me
A stain, and so they say, is an embroidery of what is called 'life'
And now, seeing things from the other side of the river,
Everything is intertwined,
Creating a captivating Northern Light of our very own
Nonetheless, how I wish I could catapult my pages read
To the chapters I’m not yet though
For the before and after you, seem to outreach the hands of time
And I can barely see myself in between
As the gaps now widening,
I’m losing the familiar figure whose compassion was always cherished
And when every bit of truth spits another bitterness,
can we ever go back to the days of you and me?
There’s no single day pass without me regretting,
Yet I thank you for this wayward, so-called truth
But as for now,
if I may, can I have the days back?
Saskia Harjono
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