The math of being forgotten

Kota Tua, Jakarta

24 Februari 2018

In 24 hours, you will be the only thing revolves around my head

In 98 hours, the memory of you will be the muse to sing me to sleep before I go to bed

In 392 hours, details of you become something rare which I barely had

In 4704 hours, we are one year older and probably the end of this story is meant to be sad

And that is the math of being forgotten

All you need is that goddamn equation

Your memories are numbered into a box labeled twenty-four and seven

You were a station, but never once are a destination

In 4705 hours maybe we finally realized

That our short meeting deserves a celebration

So cheers to many more hours ahead

Of being existed in nowhere beyond the present

SEY

Jakarta, 27 February 2018