She was aware of its absence,
the hours passed monotonously,
repetitions of themselves,
an empty sign, without words.
Mysteries of serene lights,
example of any respite,
looking for another ground to perch on
north of all hope.
The need to feel ourselves
at an immense crossroads,
many smiles that get lost
between paths without balance.
She was aware of her absence,
an absence that echoed.