Miles Away from Me

I’m on a beach, on a black sand beach.

I was so scared, so anxious, so nervous to meet you for the first time in almost 2 years of virtual interactions.

I’m lying down.

You took my hand; I remember like it was today. You stared right into my soul with your black jet eyes.

I can’t feel. I can’t feel the body that carries my soul.

And with no big deals you kissed me on the cheek.

I can’t hear. I can’t hear the keeper of winds and storms.

I blushed like the heart of a flame and you said I looked like Jordana that girl from Submarine your favorite film.

I can’t smell. I can’t smell the fresh sent of picked up roses.

Certain of your movements you took a red rose from behind your back, my favorite flower. You remembered.

I can’t taste, I can’t taste the sweetness of raw honey.

You smiled and asked the lady at this bookstore, remember which one was? The oldest one in Portugal. Yes, that one, that’s right. You asked her if she could bring the piano that you had asked for.

I can’t see, I just can’t see.

And you played, you played for me, just for me.

It’s high tide, I can feel it, the water on my feet. I get up, I can hear, the waves crashing against the rocks. I breath in and the salty smell of the ocean invades

my lungs. I have a weird metal taste on my mouth, it must be the sea water.

I feel the breeze kissing my neck and the water embracing my skin.

I can’t see. But I can feel, I can feel the tear rushing to the sea. I can hear the violent storm coming up for me. I won’t, I can’t open my eyes because you’re the only one I see. The only one I feel, I hear, I smell, I taste.

You disappeared.

I surrender.

Every atom inside me wants to scream.

Wants to get out of this mortal body and be.

Miles away from me.