It sneaked up the middle of the night
A memory triggered by a posture
A moment that was known not to last
Rushed back contemptuously
Prolonged and enhanced
Like an unforgiving karma
What was then a stolen joy
Crept up as uncaught tears
Soaked up by the blackness and muffled TV
A longing that was never mine to fill
A loving that was never his to give
About Me
- Dewi Susanti
- I am an educationist and social development specialist. In my previous career, I practiced and taught architecture. I currently resides in Jakarta, while work and leisure take me at times to remote parts of Indonesia and elsewhere.
Assorted Items
Like thoughts: Things sold, things (not) needed, but perhaps desired.
Tuk Tuk Ride
A man looking back towards the camera. A woman holding the camera, her reflection off of the viewfinder of the car. Who is reflecting whom? Who is capturing whom?
An Early Worker
Fish Market, Carita.
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