I love those late-night conversations
with the moon.
The moon tells me
about the sun.
And I tell the moon
about you.
Feeling happy reminiscing
about those conversations
we used to have.
Feeling sad with teary eyes
to think about you as
— the one I cannot have.
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".
