and when i pass all the places that we've sat,
hold all the things that you've touched,
i can't hold back the ache.
can't stifle the nostalgia
that comes in waves.
and when i feel the shiver down my spine
as i toss around those secrets
hidden underneath the mattress,
i can't help but relish
in how exsquisite
the reunion will be.
vera_rachma_1989
4 July 2007
*menjelang detik2 SPMB