Each time I finish a poem, I whisper to myself that I am learning to forget. Yet, deep down, I know the truth: every word I pen is just another way of falling in love with the language that paints your essence. My heart, fragmented into countless verses, finds solace in the rhythm and rhyme that bring you to life on paper.

I have been weaving the pieces of my soul into a single, endless poem. To complete it would be to lose the very heartbeat that sustains me. For in every line, every stanza, I find a new way to cherish you, to remember you, and to keep you close. Finishing this poem would mean the end of this beautiful journey, and that, I fear, would be the death of me. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer