A Light Rain on Jakarta Street in Malang

it was as if you were speaking at the end of the road…
(it was cold and the rain suddenly fell silent
as if you were calling from around the bend
for a return to sorrow)

for a return
to a long and unfulfilled desire
as if you were signaling without any lights…
for me to call you, You…

[Before Dawn, The Poetry of  Sapardi Djoko Damono]

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