Where is your other you?

Where is your other you? In the wall? The furniture? The ceiling? I leaned over your face, sure of myself, as if I were a mirror, and sadly searched for you. But that, too, was to no avail, like everything else.

In the stillness of the room, I sought the echo of your essence, the lingering imprint of your presence. I traced the contours of the walls, hoping to find the whispers of your soul woven into the very fabric of the space. Yet, all I found were silent witnesses, bearing no trace of your elusive spirit.

I turned to the furniture, each piece holding the memory of your touch, the imprint of your being. In the gentle curve of the chair, the smooth surface of the table, I sought the echo of your warmth, the resonance of your laughter. But they remained steadfast and unmoving, unable to reveal the secrets of your hidden self.

I gazed upward, towards the ceiling, as if seeking solace in the expanse above. Perhaps there, amidst the expanse of sky and stars, I would find the reflection of your soul, a shimmering constellation of your essence. Yet, the ceiling remained an impassive canopy, withholding the enigma of your other you.

I leaned over your face, as if peering into a mirror, hoping to find the reflection of your innermost self. But the gaze that met mine was my own, a solitary visage staring back, bereft of the elusive essence I sought.

In the quiet emptiness of the room, I realized that the search for you, other you, was futile, for it resided not in the walls, the furniture, or the ceiling. It dwelled within the intangible depths of your being, a mystery that eluded even the most ardent seeker.

And so, I accepted the enigma of your other you, embracing the ineffable nature of your essence. For in the absence of tangible answers, I found solace in the enduring mystery of your spirit, a presence that transcended the confines of the physical world.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer