Feeling you

Calm... I haven’t gone.
I’m still the river that flows into you,
so you may return whole and renewed
after each small death.
And I know you are the same for me.
I write this line with certainty
and repeat:
_{I love you
I love you
I love you
I love...}

I’m feeling you,
and I believe you hear me
when I whisper it softly
at the faintest hint of doubt.

Perhaps the first solution is to whisper it,
again and again,
like a mantra.
So they don’t reach me
when silence echoes pain
and I’m like a small mouse
dying between metaphor and real life...
_{The truth is, the day before yesterday,
early in the morning,
I found a poor rodent, barely alive,
in a corner of my house.
My mother thinks it may have eaten poison somewhere.}

But calm; being yours, I became more mine.

Later that night,
I was thinking of all the paths I took to arrive here,
to this today,
where danger constantly circles me
and makes me burst into tears
as I search for clues and papers to escape.
I was thinking of how much I miss you.
_{I was sitting on my terrace.
The house lights turned off by themselves.
I looked at the clock.
It was 11:11.}

Being mine, I understood
that my world without you
is a ball of weariness,
and I can’t even string words together
to write this... poem?
Now I need calm here.
Do I hear you?
_{Do you murmur the same as I do
when you feel me trapped
between doubt and despair?}

I love you, yes...
I said I would love you always,
no matter what happens...
and it’s true...

Good morning. I’ve felt inspired to participate in the #Monomad Challenge with these images. I took them during my holiday at Varadero Beach.
Heartfelt thanks to the entire team of this wonderful Community for always welcoming me with such warmth over these three years on Hive.

😉