The present fades like incense, when time has already dictated the end. I try to search in memory for that image of that incomparable yesterday.
It is so different to accept that at some point the word ‘destiny’ was decreed, and that we still have a way to go.
When I look in the mirror, I see what is left of our lives, for loneliness has made us lost, and there is no way to understand forgetting.
Now I question what seemed impossible, as I watch it slip through our fingers like sand.
Waking up in this after, yesterday hurts us so deeply that we silence ourselves, searching in acceptance for what remains of that immense love.
Echoes of the past echo in my present, reminding me of what we once were. Today, with the burden of time, I must find the strength to move on.
The road becomes steeper, but there is still hope in my steps. I will walk towards a tomorrow I do not yet know, picking up the fragments of this love.