A Letter To My Lover
Prayers travel faster than trains. I hope they reach you as gently as when I raise both of my hands to pray for you. I feel the distance, and it’s getting louder than my love for you. I’m sorry, my love.
I’m very grateful that the world is kind to you, while it’s not for me for the past few weeks. And I’ve been thinking of you but not brave enough to tell you. I’m still a coward, my love. I’m sorry.
Do you think of me when you look up to see the sky? ’Cause the rain haven’t falling for a long time. Is there a shadow of me when the moonlit fills your room at night? Do our memories flash your mind before you go to sleep? I dream of you almost every night.
Anyway, I have spent a lot of time with God lately. I tell him about the monster that came back ever since you and I did not speak. And He said, “prayers travel faster than trains”. So, I pray for you, and I pray for… me.
He’s so kind that He let you and I meet after twelve a.m. But of course, after I spend time alone with Him only.
See, my love? He still gives me peace through you. Even though you’re not here with me.
I’ll be there soon, my love..
I’ll see you soon, my solace..
