All there is
is what it was
for this moment
finds its roots in the past
and now the rain is absent
dryness is all around.
All there is
is what it was
for the present
finds itself standing still
longing for the essence
wanting to turn around.
All there is
is what it was
and between my left and my right arm:
not a hug, none of the warmth
just the emptiness
that you have left behind.
Written by Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) CarolinasWords
Written on May 25th 2019 – Edited on April 22nd 2020
Florida – USA.
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