Arcos

Arcos Sep 8

I always ask myself:
-Why don’t I dream??
Or at least why don’t I remember,
This vital part of creation,

So cherished by others,
Alleviating their troubles,
Or even processing them,
Is missing for me.

I feel as if it was stolen from me,
A vital piece of my mind,
Ripped out so violently.

It’s not as if it was never there,
I can feel it missing,
All I ask is why?

Arcos May 14

The empty chairs remain.

I rule a kingdom,
Filled with houses, roads and taverns,

A palace, stables and a garden,
Empty chairs remain,

Where none stay longer than a year,
I only long for a sole citizen,

But at the end of the day,
‘Tis I who push them away.

Arcos May 13

Two weeks later.

I miss her.
I don’t know why.
And I don’t think she misses me.

But I miss her smile.
I miss her cute nerves.
I miss her beautiful starry eyes.

I don’t remember her much.
I always loved her intensity towards her passion.
It’s always what pulled me.

But I don’t think I’ll be more than a friend.
I wish it could be more, just a bit more.
I don’t think she misses me.

It’s only been two weeks.

Arcos May 13

Because it'll mean.

I look forward to the day I fail my final,
Because it’ll mean I tried.
I look forward to the day a girl rejects me,
Because it’ll mean I had courage.
I look forward to the day I’m arrested,
Because it’ll mean I found a boundary.
I look forward to the day I get lines on my forehead,
Because it’ll mean I earn them.

I look forward to the day I argue with my wife,
Because it’ll mean I found my person.
I look forward to the day my child is difficult,
Because it’ll mean I see him grow, change.
I look forward to the day I die of old age,
Because it’ll mean I lived.

— The End —