I think I saw you
—boy—
through a tunnel,
through the ether.

And I was left speechless.

But I understood.

I was thinking of her;
her wrist tied to mine
with a string.

¿Would you accept
to be bound to me,
too?

My eyes were staring at the drops.
In front of me, the water, the wall,
and surrounding me, the mist
and the presence of everyone I love.

And there I saw you.

And I got it, boy,
that you are a soul.

Beau-ti-ful soul.

My lips were silenced,
my heart was struck.

I dreamt of you.
And I understood.

Fotografía: ‘Kite on a finger’ por Daniel Herd / CC BY