We follow different paths,
paths of shadows and lights,
where destiny in its twists and turns
whispers secrets and crossroads.
Alternatives, complicated,
our steps, a wandering tango,
weaving old memories,
an embrace that was distant.
And when morning came
with its mantle of golden light,
my heart became an echo,
in the desolate solitude.
Disappointments sprouted,
like flowers in winter,
in every corner of the soul,
a whisper of eternal time.
And as I looked at the empty bed
emptiness became certainty,
for in the mirror of dreams
I no longer found your shadow, your essence.
