It was a year and it felt like twenty-five winters

I don’t know much about your life beyond the memory that they shared with me and your ghost haunts me in memories that I protect like a dragon with only one precious treasure.

I know that the tears no longer fall but my heart still weeps in remembrance that it was ten in the morning on a day like this and the world lost its shine because the grim reaper never discriminated.

My pain is not a tragedy, it is opaque and a sigh that I don’t want to share because my soul is a little more lost without your spicy comments that left me with a reply that had the affection that my lips never proclaimed.

And I cannot describe what a year without your existence is like, without thinking of cold white rooms, of smiles of: "Come on, give me a smile" that had the appearance of a goodbye and moments of candlelight that break me into pieces that no one would recognize.

You were the mother of all, you were the grandmother of our past, you were the guardian of who we were and the guide of what we will be. My words today and always will never be enough because you are the bridge of this family.

Last year, it was shit, an injustice painted this broken world and took away without apologies or excuses, and well, there is a fire in me that will never forgive those who failed me, those who took your breath and happiness.

But I must believe that there is still you in me because I didn’t learn from your past, but I learned from you with me and the glass of wine a day.

 

Ta.