I find comfort in writing. I also find comfort in knowing that someone somewhere might chance upon this, though might/might not read it. Thus please allow me to proceed with this very unconventional post on this blog.
If only I did not travel & squander away my entire vacation, I could've seen her one last time.
I prayed for her but as a non-believer, I'm not sure to whom I should pray.
If an afterlife exists, I hope she'll be well & happy.
No amount of crying can actually bring her back but stupidly I carried out that routine with such vigor.
It's just that I still feel the warmth of her hands against that unforgiving chill.
All the sleepless nights when we did our patrols & made jokes to keep awake.
The times she went out of her way to help me in little things I was fussing about.
Ibu Ros, saya mencintai anda, sangat.