How Did I End Up Here?
I’m in a place you don’t know,
but you would recognize me from afar.
Would you?
Imagine the photograph:
a woman alone,
on the corner of an island,
in the middle of winter,
smoking her last cigarette.
She takes pictures of strangers,
trying to find herself in one of them,
but they all seem so different
from what she could be.
The strange feeling of emptiness:
being so close
and, at the same time, so far.
Hands red from the cold.
A heart trying to find warmth.
Why aren’t you here?
Maybe you would cover my body
with something called arms.
Maybe we could find each other
in the faces of strangers.
Would you help me find myself through them,
or would you make me find myself through you?
Moving through time
to return to what
we once called freedom.
My love,
come back to the place we said
would be our home.
Ask me for a kiss
in a subtle way.
Ask me for a hug
in the right way.
Let’s meet,
once again,
somewhere in the world.
This is not a poem.
It is a plea.
Photography by Camilla Morachis Beltrán
