They asked what I could never live without, and I answered with silence—
not because I had none,
but because your name would’ve caught fire on my tongue.

You are the thought I carry in a closed fist, the reason my hands tremble in prayers I pretend aren’t meant for anyone.
I speak in riddles so no one sees
that every metaphor is a door leading back to you. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer