i have visited this place a thousand times.
the silent horizon still dares me to
conquer its immensity, as if knowing fully well that I wouldn’t dare
that far, because I can’t even hold the paradise I have
found on the very shore I stand.
in my frequent visits, it’s amazing how much things remain to be as they were; the
mangroves, the breeze, the vermillion sunset, the
mysterious silence of seclusion, the joy of youth spent in the pursuit of love and its hidden
treasures;
the only difference is…I’m not holding your
hands,
they’re being held by another, in another
shore,
while we both look at the same sunset,
connected by the same sea, touched by the
same breeze,
pained by the very same love we lost.
oh what curse have I been dealt with!
to reminisce of times and moments that
open wounds festering from regret,
to grasp at dreams of youth gone by,
fleeting as a mist, barely traceable as
a ghost haunting a place of mem’ries…
yet i come…
in regret…
for the heaven that once was…
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