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While soaring ever so close to the sun,
Icarus burned off his wings and scorched—
His skin prickled from the melted wax
That once had carried him above the skies.

He fell from the grace he sought,
Yet in the midst of the chaos of it all,
His eyes remained fixed upon the object—
Of his desire and unbending adoration.

The sun, shining bright in the distant sky,
Offered Icarus no help but patronization.
He stretched his hands, trying to grasp
That radiant sun in his final moments.

Meanwhile, in the distance, his father scurried—
Daedalus, watching his nightmare unfold
Before his very eyes—his own son
Falling to what would become his finality.

He fought the tears welling in his eyes,
Wondering what poor Icarus would become.
Yet in what seemed a scene of lunacy,
Daedalus saw his poor son, Icarus, laughing.

The arid wind swept through Icarus’s hair,
His laugh defying the logic of his plight.
He fell while reaching for the grace he sought—
Yet in the midst of it all, Icarus fell, smiling.
Left idly standing on a fairly lit junction
As the count for the crosswalk ticks
I, again, met the ghost of my olden days

Dread woven into that familiar scent
As I look back to that certain someone
Hope met disappointment in my eyes

It was unfortunate our paths crossed
Since even years after you fatedly left
Pieces of your ghost littered this city

'Pieces that I perceive now just peripherally'

Before the crosswalk inevitably tick red
I turned and proceeded to the other side
Mentally bracing myself, to meet your ghost—

In every crosswalk of my life, now on
The tomorrow we hoped never came
As I am now been made aware—
With a certain picture of us I found,
Hidden in a rubble of paper stacks

Flimsy paper depicting us on a way
Some people may find enviable—
Arms over each other's shoulders
Smiling, as I remember, every single day

With the silent ticking of the clock,
The picture felt heavier on my hands
And as I regretfully trace your smile,
There I found the few words I said

The several times I told you—
Of all the people in the world,
You looked so perfect, like the sunset
Drawing me nearer to your presence

It felt real in my mind, seeing you again—
Once more, just as before, in my arms
Like three Augusts ago, I found myself
Imagining what things could have been

But just like the sunset, you disappeared
Into the darkness of my life, I search
For someone to replace you, but tell me—
Since when do nights last this long?
Kent Delos Reyes Oct 2024
Distant are the days of my yearning
Of what things could have been
Now that you stand in front of me
Soon to accept my name as ours

We knew it all before even the stars
A premonition of a happy ending
Together forever with my other half
The X's to my O's, the tic to my toe
Kent Delos Reyes Aug 2024
Before the estrangements of my youth
Were the meaning and colors to everything
Had as many friends as I could and held--
As tight to the hopes of living for eternity

Lost in the euphoria of my early years
Perhaps gravely indulged to even see
That the youth I savored for so much
Has began to slowly erode to a new reality

The friends I had, worked their life around
And as I tried to arrive to the same place
The reality of mediocrity and blandness
Brought me to kneel, fittingly ashamed

My castle of grandeur collapsed as though--
I was not under it's roof, calling aloud
To whom I probably had missed dearly
"Mom, am I still young?" There's no answer

Better to sleep away this terrible dream
Let the calamity of my incessant doubt
Claw away my flesh and bones as it is
Hastily leave me here; older but not wiser
Kent Delos Reyes Dec 2022
I did good, you did good
But I just wish
We could've done better
Kent Delos Reyes Nov 2022
Why is it hard to find
A sanctuary for myself
But it's easy to be one
For somebody else
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