Remember

Remember my love, when we danced in the realm of invincibility, when our love knew no bounds, when it soared beyond the ordinary. Recall those days when we clung to summer's warmth amidst winter's chill, embracing the elegance of clouds, the freedom of birds, and the innocence of youth. Remember when we felt immortal, unscathed by wounds, untouched by pain.

We once dwelled in a world untouched by wreckage, where we embraced heights and integers alone. Peace was our comforting blanket, enchantment our daily rhythm, rest our sanctuary, and miracles our routine. Remember, my love, when we left room for the blooming primroses, when promises, dreams, and smiles were seeds we nurtured unknowingly.

But why did sorrow choose to visit us, adorning our home with weariness? Why did it decide to occupy the spaces of our cherished memories? It lingers in the windows, the bathroom, the corners of our room. I've prayed, I've wept, I've screamed, yet it refuses to abandon us. In silence, it diminishes us, reducing us to the ordinary, the banal, the bitter. It has stolen the radiance of our memories, leaving us with only muted echoes of our truths.

Unyielding, it has banished the starry sky from our home, leaving us to sleep in a bed of thorns, with only black and white dreams to accompany us. From the heights to the depths, from the profound to the superficial, from the vast to the coherent, from gratitude to burdens, from forgiveness to excuses, from surrender to defenses. Where do we discard what we no longer need?

Sorrow has stripped us of richness, of meaningful dialogues, and of vibrant scenery. It has diminished love, turning it into a mere bystander, a fleeting character attempting to convince us of happiness in a foreign tongue.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer