We Shall Meet Again
We shall meet again, dear, after your long journey to the new horizon. Make a brief stop in a bustling city, or linger in the woods for a long encounter— my footsteps are in the grip of your possession. I bring these hands of nothingness so you may understand time stops itself for you to sit back. Bring your bag of dreads and excitements, your stories, and those you encountered along the way. No presence is ever eternal, You and I will amalgamate with the stars, and our names will be reclaimed by bodies we won’t recognize. Come back to me, dear, bring the last page of your diary and let it write its final fate. If you tremble at the doorstep, carry your shame and guilt and I will kiss them away, so you may feel your departure was necessary for you to come home again. Tiffany Putri