There are people in our lives that we would always like to be close to them, they are like sparks shining within us, illuminating us, showing us the way, taking the stones out of the way so that life becomes softer, less scratchy. 

I call them poems-people, they teach us in rhymed verses the true meaning of life, not with words, but with everyday attitudes. They do not have a speech ready, those that dictate rules or point our flaws, just sound like inspiration to live better and believe in ourselves. Not height, nor weight, nor the muscles that make them a great person, is their sensitivity without size, the gigantism of their souls. 

Some people can grow and shrink before our eyes. Our judgment is made not by centimeters and meters, but by actions and reactions, expectations and frustrations. The people are unique to reach out and retract it unexpectedly becomes another one. In this sense people-poems grow out in such proportion in our daily lives, it is almost impossible to live without them, and when we lose them it is a huge void in our lives. 

It is a difficult art of saying goodbye, the gasp at the time of final departure, that longing remains squeezing our heart. Sometimes it seems that everything was a dream, there was not goodbye, those people are still present, we can smell the fragrance of their perfume, we can hear the sound of their voices, we often talk with them in thought and even we can feel their opinions as an instinct. 

It may seem nostalgia, but it is really longing, those who have gone and have left their mark in my mind, in my life, beloved ones who live wandering in my mind that I always want to keep stored in my memory as a good dream, as a rare jewel….♥