Beautiful things.

In my daily routine
I solve real and imaginary issues
-with real and not-so-real solutions-
without feeling that something is missing.

When I come home late at night
I keep on looking at the door
-but no one's ever knocking-
Is hard to let go when is in fact gone.
I got stuck in my memories
but nothing changes
There's nothing left to see
Is hard to be. Very hard.

And when I start to feel lonely
-I smile very slowly-
because it looks like
I forgot that I may see
so many beautiful things.

I forgot that I may keep
so many beautiful things.

:-)

A.