unicidades

April of 2001  It is always hard to write about us. I'm not sure why. I can't seem to describe who you are. I can't seem to know you in any way. There is something about you that just keeps a distance and I don't like distances. Never have. But that did not happen in April of 2001.  What happened then was. A sound long and deep. Like a bell in the remote distance of a town you once belonged to, but that you no longer know. Not important now. We were important.  We were one sharing a bed and a world full of collided illusions. Black and white dives into mute unrecognizable souls. Two strangers taking showers together amidst a profound and soaring lack of intimacy. We came into each other's lives in a crowd. Our story is nothing, but unique. You were cautious, I was curious. Time has always been conspiring against us.  Until one day, we were both free and at the same place. We danced, the dance floor was empty and full of hope. I noticed some signs, bu

I went to see apartments this week. I am thinking about renting an apartment close to the beach. I think that would help me heal. I feel like there is a non-healing wound in my soul and maybe the ocean can help. I keep thinking about this studio I saw. The ocean was just a step away. Turquoise and magnificent. A miracle waiting for me.  

Sorbos Amargos The last dishes he washed lie on the sink. I remember him folding clothes. The memories of him still throb under my skin. Appalling as it may seem. He walked towards me last night, as he were a total stranger. I didn't, in fact, recognize those eyes. That glare. The empty hug.