Stormy nights,

Clean cobwebs

From the past. ...

Lazy summer days,

Are a distant memory.

Hard work and dreams, ...

Temporary paths,

Leading to exotics roads,

Beckoning to be found. ...

Can’t feel you.

No longer know you.

You seem different. ...

Sometimes,

Unexpected pieces of us,

Give way, and ...

Look closely.

With eyes,

Devoid of images, ...

Tiredness and obsolescence,

Are finally here.

Used to be just a thought, ...

A cold and windy night.

Pitch dark,

Without a star in sight. ...

Flowers, metal, and concrete,

Blending under blue skies.

Just like people, ...

Days when little makes sense.

Lost in a world,

Where paths aren’t clear. ...

“Thank you…”

For playing with me.

Helping me feel needed, ...

And here you are.

Wrapped up,

On a cloudy day, ...

Where to go.

Right, left,

Grey or white? ...

Days when colors clash,

The sun gently shines,

Dreams refuse to lie, and ...

Trying to find one’s path,

Can be meandering, and hard.

Eyes run in circles. ...

Not so distant days.

When it was warm.

Now the sky is cloudy. ...

Adorned, elegant, awake.

Staring at unabashed fakeness,

Walking all around. ...

So often,

I’ve gazed at you.

Patient and calm, ...

Today we’re closed.

Some parts, patched up.

Others scratched, ...

Some days feel perfect.

Others seem hazy.

Some even sting, ...