okay? okay

we were sitting beneath a tree, in a garden called Suropati
we decided to stop by because “a plate of tahu gejrot would be nice,” you said
we jumped from one topic to another topic
life, hope, stupid stuff, but we didn’t talk about love
the last thing i knew, you just broke up
and the last thing you knew, i just lost someone
we’re just two broken birds, who are trying to moving on and getting over
because pain is temporary, and so is the sadness
as we looked into each other eyes, i said, “we’re gonna be okay, aren’t we?”