Is it true that deep inside me, bubbling ever upward, all I still want, all I’ve ever wanted, is to find that one true love my heart yearns for, the one who yearns for me as well and always will, that profound permanence I need so dearly?
Why have I fled from that realization, burying it in a mist of fragmented emotions, spread too thin to feel, hiding even from myself that for which I seek? When did I, despairing of ever finding it, flee within myself and leave a hollow shell to guard my heart?
Can it be true that all the diffused love I’ve sought to parcel out in tiny fragments belongs to but one soul, one heart, one mind, one body? If so, why have I been so afraid to acknowledge it and surrender all I am and will be to that one singularly corresponding resonance?
Can it be true that, having despaired of finding her, she passed by unacknowledged? Or is she still out there, trying to fathom why she too is incomplete? Does my heart speak to me now, after all this time, because it finally hears her heartbeats’ echoes near at hand?
Or am I just too lonely tonight, in a place too far away?
 © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2008; all rights reserved