Beautiful heartfelt poem, Esther.
I’m a little of a masochist. I have this weird thought, that I want love to hurt when is gone, that way I will know it was love.
I’m sorry and I apologize in two levels. I’m not trying to make little of your pain. I know it is there. Once my heart was so broken I shipped myself to the other side of the world. Maybe not exactly to the other side, but 13 hours away by plane.
I’m grateful for that girl. Someone who is able to move you that much, you have to be grateful you crossed her path.
The same, I guess as someone who can anchor you. And it becomes a safe harbor. Even when waves brake dangerously furiously on the tempest of my soul.
Thank you for sharing your poetry with us.
Pablo