"Missed call at 3:56 AM"

"you don't feel the same anymore, do you?"
":("

...


Each sentence you sent brought me hundreds of tears.
I tried to be strong, I really tried.
I kept on replying and replying,

until I couldn't stand it.

Until all I could do was to only read it.

And left the bar with the message,
"Missed call at 3:56"

(so at least I can feel you were looking for me).

Yogyakarta,
6th of November 2016.
in the middle of my full-of-tears bed.

___________________________________________________

Well,

all I could remember was the pain.
The way it stroke just right in my chest. Just right.

At that cursed night, (or I can say morning) it happened.
The words, the sentences I never wanted to receive ever again, came up.

I still didn't know what I did.
Or where I went wrong.
All I knew was I tried my best to be a good partner.
But I did the opposite instead.

From that cursed night,
I kept on asking myself, "Why?"