Illustration made by Ana do Vale
Do I miss her?
A lot, yes I do
Even more when I see high heels
Even more when I imagine myself on skates
In the beginning, it was harder
I used to forget she wasn't there anymore
I used to wake up scared on cold nights
I used to take steps I could no longer take
When I lost her, no one told me anything
Not fortune tellers, nor gipsies
Who used to walk on the streets reading the hands of passersby
In that square in Porto Alegre where I haven't been for a while
I was sleeping for so long that I almost couldn’t see
When that big red truck
With two tons of sand and dirt
Came running towards me
If I could go back in time
Would it change who I am?
I miss her like someone who loses her right arm
Sorry for the pun, but it rhymed
If I could do it differently, should I?
There are things that even bad are still part of us
There are things that cannot be denied
But if I still had her
I, myself, don't think I would be here
This poem would not exist
you wouldn't be reading me
Do I miss her?
I do, but less than it used to be
My leg is gone worldwide
Try other things, learn new steps
God knows where she could be
Mysteries of life
I'm happy enough with what I have here
although it’s incomplete
And a little bit different from the old me
Even though it won't go back to the way it was
I know for sure that I only am who I am today
Because I lost her and it made me be
the best version
of me
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