Before you left, you asked if there was anything else I wanted to tell you. I quietly said no, because unedited voices can rarely be remembered wholly.

In that fleeting moment, the cosmos seemed to pause, as if the stars themselves held their breath. My heart, a delicate watercolor painting, bled hues of longing and regret. Each unspoken word was a daisy petal, drifting into the vast expanse of the universe, lost among the constellations.

The silence between us was a symphony of what-ifs and could-have-beens, echoing through the corridors of time. I wished to tell you that my soul was a garden, and you were the sun that made it bloom. But the words remained trapped, like fireflies in a jar, their light flickering but never escaping.

As you walked away, the night sky seemed a little darker, the stars a little dimmer. And in the quiet aftermath, I realized that some truths are too profound to be captured by mere words. They are felt, lived, and remembered in the heart’s deepest chambers, where they remain, forever unedited and eternal.

©️Beatriz Esmer