PoW: The Fool Who Dream by Handiko Wijaya

The Fool Who Dream

It was summer years ago
The sun was hot and the wind was cold
I rode my bike with my friends after school
We were wondering about college and how scary it may be
We finished our final exams and perhaps one more year together
Me and him, until the end of the world
Me and him, the one who I can’t have, yet I don’t know what I had

The small town near the lake
Houses painted with their favorite colors
Little stories and myth in every corners
Secret roads in the back of each heads
Yet he left, not right now, but someday, as he promised

The girls I loved
And the boys I adored
Secret stash in my heart
Forever to be dreamed.

Author’s Commentary: I wish my life is a YA-coming-of-age story. But maybe it is, I just don’t realize it. I think everyone is living a coming-of-age story of their own. I just wish mine would be more amazing, sad, and fun. This poem is dedicated to my small town, to my high school friends who changed me, to my exes that we shared our dream together, and to high school Handiko Wijaya.

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