I wear your idiosyncrasies like a tailored garment, each stitch a whisper of your secrets. The black dress, a silent witness to every hidden kiss, cradles memories of our past. Amid the relentless march of digital clocks, your essence intertwines with mine, a silent, unyielding bond.

Navigating the bustling streets, I tread carefully, evading the reckless dance of runaway cars, yearning for more days to bask in the symphony of your breath. You are mine in a way distinct from the victor clutching a trophy; you are entwined within me, woven into the very fabric of my being, an inseparable part of my existence.

I have not claimed ownership of you, for I cannot confine the joy of life within such boundaries. Instead, I have embraced you as I have my heart, my vision, my touch, my very flesh. In this union, a part of my mortality has merged with yours, a silent recognition of our shared fate.

I am acquainted with the inevitable end of our kind, certain of our impending extinction. In this prophecy of our future, I prepare for my own apocalypse, surrendering myself to you, finding completion in our entwined destinies.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer