Pieces of You
Scraps of you still remain in me, scraps of a canvas you painted alongside me, time keeps moving without rest and life changes, but I still keep the colors and textures of that canvas.
I'd say that remembering them and thinking about them brings me joy, but I'd be lying. Because the truth is that when I think about those small details, my mind floods with memories and experiences from every stroke and color.
There are so many moments that look so distant from here, thinking that at the time I had the chance to live them by your side is comforting to my being.
Even though it hurts to accept it, now these pieces are part of me and are present in me, they are part of a clandestine museum of failed works and pieces that make up a single disaster.