Wondering thru these streets,
I see what you wanted me to see,
and I also see all the things that I did miss.
Wondering thru these streets,
I feel your presence surrounding me,
I feel the air that you once did breathe,
and the loneliness starts to settle in.
Each step brings me closer to you,
each step makes me smile,
each one makes me want to cry,
because each step forces me to reflect
on the beauty that you found,
and that I decided to now just find.
As I discover your ambitions,
your dreams and your spiritualism
I see why these streets gave you a reason.
The art you saw,
the music you heard,
the sounds you enjoyed,
the aromas you felt,
all the ingredients of your deepest self,
and the ones that make this grieving
an endless pain.
Wondering thru these streets,
I see what you wanted me to see,
and I also see you standing still
at the end of this endless field.
By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés)
August 19th, 2014
20 minutes
CarolinasWords 