Nunca Te Calles

I’ve written poetry, lists, letters and dedications on the things I admired about my partners.

Does everyone do that?

I wonder what messages I will never receive because they’re lost somewhere;

In someone’s notes app, journal, email, repressed thoughts. Does the smell of certain perfumes make memories of me flash in someone’s head? I find myself revisiting places I once haunted with lovers. Taking time to sit on the same benches, walk the same trails, recall what it felt like to see others admire our beauty together. I lay in the same grass, reminiscing on our brown skin blurring together in an embrace.

Something about reliving these moments by myself feels like a reclamation, a moment in my personal history of vulnerability, of excitement, of anxiety.

These poems are for you, thank you.

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Page artwork; Rooms by the Sea by Edward Hopper