The You Are Not The Same (Anymore)

Metamorphosis is magic in a catalyst;

to change and be something else.

Love is metamorphosis;

to change and often, forgetting how to

change back.

 

 

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The Space between Two Hearts

There are fleeting things in the world: the shy nod of an acquaintance, the shadow of a smile from a text, the brief goodbyes of colleagues and the distance of two old lovers.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

But we did nothing to close the gap. We could not. We shouldn't.

The Cities You Were Named After

They named the cities after you left, and erect a monument in your favour. They wrote eulogies, a few renown poetry and a painting dedicated to your smile. This is a brave person, a fighter and a good child of God, they said.

But they do not know you, who is afraid fo thunder and hates the smell of flowers. You who cried at night, behind closed curtains and fixed your hair when no one is looking. They do not know you as I.