It’s time for my presence to be awaited.
It’s time for my absence to be felt.
It’s time for my cries to be answered.
It’s time for my wish to be granted.
It’s time for my remorse to be pardoned.
It’s time for my sins to be forgiven.
It’s time for my love to be avenged.
It’s time for my remorse to be pardoned.
It’s time for my sins to be forgiven.
It’s time for my love to be avenged.
Let me meet my Lord in peace.
(Thus, the Losers stared into one another’s eyes—eyes that could only look on blankly, as if tomorrow were merely another second repeating itself, and life would soon forget him. In the end, the world would simply lose the Losers…)
I’m so sorry, moms, dads.
Why were you the first to tie the rope to the gallows?
Regretting an end that was always meant to end?
Or because your own flesh and blood called himself a Loser,
one who deserved to be cast away?
Why were you the first to tie the rope to the gallows?
Regretting an end that was always meant to end?
Or because your own flesh and blood called himself a Loser,
one who deserved to be cast away?
EPILOGUE:
On a dark night, in a corner of the city, no tears fell upon these pages—words almost never read.After years of wandering, when regret had become utterly meaningless.
The Loser was dead… killed, abandoned…
What did you care?
What did you care?
Once a Loser—living or dead—no one mourned.
Bandung, September 14, 2000
To someone who misses me… you will be mine.
