Under

"Men over emotions."
He thought
"Me over my heart."

Rationality.
Made sense, though not happiness
Made a way, though who knows where

"Somewhere better than here"
He supposed
"Somewhere I feel comfortable"

Loneliness
Was harsh, but not hurtful
Was bitter, but still pleasant

Still, he had it inside him

Emotions no men could be over
He felt
Deep, thoroughly

As irrational as it could be
It was natural. As happiness should be.
It was the way. It didn't matter where.

To a good here, a sweet evening
He assumed
A place normal, special

He had it inside him still.

And no matter how under it was
He actually hoped
That it would always be there.

Lucas Rangel Lima