Alcalà
8 years ago half of my soul went missing
2 years ago another part of me shattered
I thought the rest of my life would echo in emptiness
Walking alone without purpose or direction
Sailing through the world wrapped in quiet sorrow
Toward the end without a single glance behind
One year ago i came back home
To the land of my ancestor
To the city where it all begin
Throughs the path that feels strange to me
Thought i still feel unsure i know i'll walk it by myself
I live my pain quietly
Nothing to brag nothing to show
No noise that make anyone notice
Perhaps i will leave the world the same way unheard and unnoticed
But then you came.
Soft, wounded, familiar.
I never imagined finding someone
who knew the language of ache as fluently as I did.
We talk about our pain share our wound and embrace our shackles
We walk through the day in this undefined bond
We drink the night away and laugh at what once hurt us
We drive the ringroad and for once it was enough
Not to be healed but to be understood
I do not know where this will lead
whether it fades, or stays, or breaks again.
But for now,
I would trade all my time
just to spend it beside you.
You,
who gather my pieces,
warm the hollow inside my chest,
and remind me that tomorrow might still be worth waiting for.