Without You.

Everytime i sit at my dressing table

and i look at the mirror,

i'll see you.

how i miss to hug you,

bathe you, comb your hair,

cook for you.

most importantly,

how i regretted the most

when i didn't look at you

the last time i saw you breathing.

i was too ego to shed tears

in front of you.

i was too ego to show off

what i feel.

and i regretted

for not giving you a call

the night

before you leave me forever.

what's left with me

are memories

and a smile that i don't even

inherit.

1 Muharam