Here I am, Darling

Here I am, darling, standing in the city of your dreams.
Still lingers in my mind is the echo of your passions—
laying out the unification of your energy and this space.
I, who could only listen, was electrified
by the fate you wrote for yourself.

You painted your imagination across my canvas:
an atmosphere of warm embraces,
touches embroidered into every wall,
where artists and thinkers kissed ideas into each other’s minds.

I bring a jar of offerings to this city,
sacred with scriptures of your wishes—

where all of us
love without binaries and boundaries.

Now I walk through the spaces you named,
restless, searching for a trace of you.
But there is no spark, nor scent—

only a world where your prints have faded. 

My darling, is it true that I have lost your direction?
No one seems to know where you have gone.
Did you rewire your destiny,

and leave behind faith you no longer believe? 

Tiffany Putri