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pada penyeberangan

Malam itu aku berdiri menghadap penyeberangan. Aku melihat ke depan dan menatap orang-orang yang di seberang. Mereka melakukan hal yang sama. Mereka semua menunggu. Menunggu hingga angka-angka warna merah itu menunjukkan bilangan 0.

bukan tempat tujuan,
namun sekedar tempat bersinggah
bukan tempat yang dituju,
namun sekedar tempat menuju

menunggu terasa lama, melewati terasa singkat.
menunggu terasa lama, merasa pun tidak sempat.

semua lalu-lalang
ke dua arah yang berbeda
akankah aku terdorong ke arah yang berbeda
atau bisakah aku sampai di tujuan dengan selamat?

aku ingin pulang,
aku ingin pulang,
kaki ini ingin melangkah,
tetapi aku tak sampai,
mungkin belum saatnya aku sampai,

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