I left imprints on a wall I, perhaps, will never return to.
Abuelitos made sure to leave me every single word necessary to survive without them.
At first I didn't process that every hug and gift was a foreshadow of the future.
How could I forget?
Numbing their existence for years;
walking down a road that was far from theirs.
As I write, one stops and one continues.
I didn't know every word was a puzzle otherwise I would have asked more questions.
Steps, one stops and one continues.
I let go of them everyday to continue to understand steps.
Jun 13, 2024
Jun 13, 2024 at 1:06 AM UTC
I left imprints on a wall I, perhaps, will never return to.
Abuelitos made sure to leave me every single word necessary to survive without them.
At first I didn't process that every hug and gift was a foreshadow of the future.
How could I forget?
Numbing their existence for years;
walking down a road that was far from theirs.
As I write, one stops and one continues.
I didn't know every word was a puzzle otherwise I would have asked more questions.
Steps, one stops and one continues.
I let go of them everyday to continue to understand steps.
Steps
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