CLOSE FRIENDS @ RALEIGH/ DURHAM, NORTH CAROLINA, USA



LOVERS OR CLOSE FRIENDS
YESTERDAY
Yes, I remember.
We used to ride together,
We walked along seashore,
Holding hands, you whispered to my ear untold secrets.
The sweetness of having us,
We claimed to the world we belonged together.
And it was noble destiny not to deny each other's desires.
You were cute,
We walked nocturnal streets,
I was your knight and shining armor.
Everything was interconnected,
Throwing handfuls of wishes to the air,
We dreamt of a future.
TODAY
This snapshot, a forgotten postcard
A piece of art - totally misunderstood.
Because it offered us feelings and emotions
Not felt in real life.
This precious moment is an understatement
Of wistful melancholy:
You are there, and I am here, we are nowhere close,
Not even this postcard of "as close friends we were".
Thus, we substitute living for existence,
We are weary of everything.
Loving each other, eventually, faded away.
And I think in the metaphysics of my thoughts.
There were non-convincing arguments
Of anything but inertia instead.
That is when self-awareness comes in.
A man reaches the age of lucidity,
With no general theories about life
But sheer reverie.
And although thinking is still an act of performance,
Lust does not longer exist.
We further disdain the blissful delight
in losing ourselves In the joy of life.
FUTURE
"Almost non-existent or a fit for a daily routine..." some say.
Because man is just another indecisive element of foolish perfection.

[Alfonso A. Tobar]

Alfonso A. Tobar