Monday, January 10, 2011

In January Wind

I dared not to raise my hand to tap on your window
For fear the sound would be too sharp
      tearing the chrysalis you were working on
      (Why you were so hard trying to hide
      the loneliness, why you were so hard trying?)

If you, drying your hidden tears in the dark,
      hear held breathing outside your door,
      turn on your lamp, push open the door
You would see me there,
      trembling in January wind
      waiting by your door

                              Metro, 09/01/2011
© Era Fiyantiningrum

hand written first version last night