Since I lost myself in the canyons of your skin, I’ve wandered through the labyrinth of life, seeking fragments of my soul in the bustling streets, the hallowed halls of ancient churches, and even the worn soles of my shoes. Perhaps, I mused, I could uncover my essence behind my eyelids, within the pages of a book of sonnets, or at the bottom of a forgotten well.

In the quiet moments of mundane tasks, I would whisper poetry to myself, a gentle reminder of the person I once aspired to be. Yet, with each passing day, I felt pieces of myself crumble away, discarded in bins and scattered along highways. I never voiced my sorrow to you, never burdened you with my silent grief.

Despite my relentless search, I have yet to reclaim any part of what I’ve lost. Instead, I have become acutely aware of the ceaseless dance of my blood cells, colliding within me, a constant reminder of my fragmented existence. And still, I search, hoping to find the missing pieces of my soul. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer