Breathing in the Distance

Sometimes I return to that threshold,
where shadow embraces light
and silence takes your shape.
I don't know if what I did was love,
or just an attempt to sabotage,
to hold on to something I should have let go of.

Time slowly taught me
that to love is also to let go,
that not everything broken can be repaired,
but it can still bloom.

I failed you unintentionally,
with the blindness of someone who fears losing
the only thing that gives them meaning.
And in that clumsiness,
learn to look inward,
to find in me
the peace I sought in your eyes.

Today I wish you happiness,
without guilt haunting me,
without nostalgia calling to me so loudly.
Because if I understood anything,
it's that true love
doesn't always stay—
sometimes it only transforms
into a hope that breathes in the distance.

Photography by Sergio Nolasco Infante