Trip to Barcelona

A Poem by a_methyste

They were standing nearby a rock; It was a sunny day. And she had thought, It would be a very good day to soak up the sun; They had arrived there by train. And he had told her,

They were standing nearby a rock;
It was a sunny day.
And she had thought,
It would be a very good day to soak up the sun;
They had arrived there by train.
And he had told her,
That they might see a black pig,
Because they were frequent on that place;
«They are very fierce and territorial.»
He had told her;
So time after time,
She turned her head on both sides,
To see the black pig;
It was very quiet,
And even though,
There was a street nearby them,
No cars passed;
They were smoking cigarettes,
And not talking much.
As if not to go against the quietness,
Of this remote part of the city;
A little chat
Here and there,
Would be heard,
From time to time;
He had told her about:
When he had been homeless
For a couple of weeks.
And also his ex-girlfriend
And how they had broken up.
Because she left him for someone else;
He had his head on his bag.
As he was lying on the ground.
But at some moment stood up,
And looked at her.
«It is nice!»
He said
We have been together
For 2 days now.
From the moment we met,
At the center of the city.
And you have not asked me:
«What do I do for a living!»

© 2025 a_methyste

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emmajoygreen

A poet's tale about a place, a person and - so seems, no more certain or uncertain thought by this reader. Do I go away not knowing or.. know there is more between the spaces?