When we first met, I was having nothing inside but virgin lands under a baby blue dome of skies. I was oblivious of their existence. I had never opened their gates and never walked them. No feet had ever touched their surface.
You were the first explorer. Bold. Passionate. Crazy and wild. Flamboyant. Unstoppable. A hungry heart, reaching for the treasure of unreleased emotions and love, hidden in the depth of those intimate spaces. You grabbed my hand and taught me fly. You lead my steps through the landscape of my own soul, putting it in a new perspective. You left your prints everywhere and those lands inside have learned the gentleness of your touch, the softness of your purring voice, the joyfulness of your walk….They have embraced your body, memorizing its shape as we were lying in the grass, counting stars….
You left as sudden as you came. Without a warning, vanishing without a trace.Time stopped inside me. Your absence has carved deep ravines in the deserted lands, seeping inside the roots of the trees , bursting towards the skies through the trembling fingers of the branches. Pain bleached the skies, robbing them of their azure. Oh, the silent cry of the abandoned heart! The heaviness of the loss turned the dome above into solid rock.
Devoid of the light of love, the land was engulfed by mist. Nothing made sense anymore. The land lost its contours and only the skeletons of the trees were still standing. Prisoner of my own chagrin, I’ve turned into a shadow, walking aimlessly in a world of memories.