as we are leaving
i am caught by a voice
she is singing herself to sleep

i touch his arm
and when he hears
he takes out his phone

as she sings her song
i watch his calloused fingers
fumble on the glass

i should have done it
i will realize later
stunned with regret

she has no clarity left
Mak Sun whispers
tidak jelas

so like a nightingale
i couldnt say to him
maybe it will happen again


//

Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

it isnt likely
that these things
which they enjoyed (eu paschein)

would make (poieein)
their friendship (philia)
less

// 233α

οὐκ ἐξ ὧν ἂν εὖ πάθωσι ταῦτα εἰκὸς

ἐλάττω τὴν φιλίαν αὐτοῖς ποιῆσαι

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