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ART’s Poem
May 18, 2009 PICTURES FROM THE ATTIC Resty Acosta Ibañez The old gray faded blanket he seldom folds Those brown pillows he used to throw at me The snores so loud he makes at night The way he sung each time he wakes up Not realizing the noise he does I’m missing everything about him today like watching raindrops on a cold September day. We used to chat on books we both fancied Got stuck with reality shows, come up with bets. We walked together the road that leads home Patiently wait for a cab on different stations. If only time would turn back on those moments I’ll choose to be a child, not growing up for a second. I wonder if he still remembers how our roads met halfway When it seemed we’re on tracks of different ways, It’s funny how time made us the best of friends Though I thought were just strangers on an express train No choices but to take seats on an empty compartment Left alone to talk together to ease the boredom of silence The man that he is, I’ve been used to through years Those Harry Potter series we didn’t fail to miss When his bored and dull, he resorts to making sketches Writing words spoken wrong on a notebook’s page Then we’ll laugh so loud when no one hears us Talks with our own language, some people were strange at. But he isn’t like one who comforts me when I’m sad, He lived not being bothered when I’m troubled so bad, To some he isn’t one who fits, what a best buddy truly is, Yet when I looked at those times, when I wandered by myself, It’s great he’d filled those circles I’ve roamed through years, With him somehow I’ve been good, I’ve ignored my miseries And that’s probably the reason, I’ve treated him my best… I wonder if he’ll drop a message just to say hi or hello, He seemed so busy now I couldn’t catch him when I’m slow Sometimes I realized not to think or miss something about him, For he’ll never care a bit now, if I’m a friend for him to keep And it seemed I have to lose him like memories do slip When life turns it tables, and histories need to rest. Today I fall apart at times when dreams grew small, When he flew up the skies and chased what’s in store, It makes me wonder if he thought of me without him, Down on this road, finding places to fit in I bet his happy of what life takes him today, And I won’t be surprised he’ll forget about me, But I wished him well in whatever he does, With my prayers to God I hoped he’ll be alright Though time dictates friendship to fade Like pictures jaded yet kept on an old attic house.
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