The missing person was…
For days or even months…
Something was missing…
Like inspiration to write a book,
Like the view to see the world.
Dust was accumulating in the corners.
The mirrors disappeared behind the soot.
Surely someone was missing…
To vigorously sweep the house,
Change the sheets, plant flowers in the garden,
Renew the air in the house.
Surely someone was missing…
To cook dishes with flavor,
Chili peppers, color and fragrance.
To get rid of this water on the floor.
To get rid of this absence.
A smile was missing to embrace life.
He lacked the will to face life.
And then imagination to live your dreams.
To cleanse one’s conscience and seize one’s share of happiness.
But I would never have imagined,
That the missing person was actually
Me…
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