Reality knocks at my door.
I turn the key, and take a peek.
Then slam it behind, as I saw a sad family,
All gathered at the table
An empty chair caught my eye
That chair, it's yours
Now it's left empty, lifeless.
It's a wooden body cold
It misses you; the family misses you.
And I miss you too.
That chair is longing for your warmth,
The family is longing for that kind of happiness.
Me, who still living through your memories,
I will stay here, stuck up and will look up to you—even for centuries.
— FLORA
YOU ARE READING
An ako Mirasol
PoesíaReal life isn't neatly divided into a sequence of stories where each one has definite end. So, the question of whether or not real life has happy endings is moot. It really just depends... which moment you want to call it "endings".
