I saw him again today, I had to look twice to make sure I was not dreaming. I wasn't. There he was, on his way to work once again only this time his hair was shorter and his pale skin wasn't covered by thick jackets as it was before. It was a brief second like it's always been but after not seeing him for a while it caught me by surprise. I still didn't know what to say. He was wearing a mustard polo t-shirt and though I've never liked that color after seeing him wearing it, it has become my favourite. He was still him, his tall frame pedalling away in his bike with a big smile at 8 in the morning, still as elegant as he's ever been. I still don't know what to say, I haven't since I started seeing him on my way to university. Two strangers walking in opposite directions casually running across each other while they head in different directions, it seems like something out of a movie only in this case the characters never speak. Will we ever cross paths as we walk in the same direction?

You had big hands and long fingers

big strong manly hands

the type that you could observe from a distance

and just know could hold you

could keep you

could build you a fire

to protect you from the cold.

I fell in love with the way you held the steering wheel

with a tight and confident grip

on the days you were on time

with one hand on the days you were too busy

fixing your hair with the other.

I watched your hands

felt them around me

pictured them in contrast with my small lonely hands

pictured how they warmed me in the cold winter nights

how they held me in times of trouble

and then i

let them go

as I kept on walking

in the opposite direction

and felt you pass me in your way to work

with confident hands

never leaving the steering wheel.

It was a whole semester i saw you down the street on my way to university. I fell in love with the sight of your hair in the wind, your nervous gestures when you were late and your glasses. Loving you from a distance was safe. You looked perfect each day, with your perfect outfits, your tall frame and your hair styled. I saw you each day as we went on opposite sides down the same street and isn’t that sad? How sometimes seeing you was the only thing that got me out of bed in the morning? How even though I was exhausted the thought of seeing you gave me life? Thank you. Goodbye. We’ll always be on opposite sides. You’ll never be mine and I’ll never be yours. Last time I saw you I decided I would rather go down the same path, down God’s path than to keep looking back. I chose God. I chose life. I chose His path and so that means we’ll always be on opposite sides. Thank you, it felt nice loving you, now I have to keep going, without worrying if your frame is turning into a blurred line. Take care.

With love,

The stranger in the other side of the road.

if you want to read more of these love letters I have a whole section in my blog.

https://poetrybyren.wordpress.com/love-letters/

I climbed a mountain

and didn’t tell you

i'm learning about your country

and I can hear you everywhere

everything is a sign of you

i'm desperately trying to ignore

like the flag that follows me everywhere

you were so proud of your country

your traces have me grasped

everything triggers me

like the whole nation was trying to remind me

of a soldier who’s departed

you are not your country

but just another person

who can’t tell them apart

December is such a hard month for me

everything screams your name

loud enough to choke me

and while I'm gasping for air

with tears in my eyes

I reach for a hand

Whose promise is to hold me

forever

Que invierno tan frío el que

vivimos esa noche

tú y yo

el café se enfrió

después de unos pocos minutos

y tú, no supiste qué hacer con tus manos

ni cómo construirnos un fuego

hoy, recuerdo ese frío invierno

como si lo viviese aún

con el frío colándome los huesos

y el café frío

helado

congelándome por dentro

tú aún no sabes qué hacer con tus manos

pero eso ya no significa que yo pasaré frío

hoy tengo

una compañía que no me deja nunca

Y con quien no tengo que saber qué

hacer

y tú y yo y el invierno

no nos mezclamos nunca más

en Su perfecto plan.

Cartas de amor que no te escribiré jamás -{renata ferretti}

I’d give up all the love in the world

for a love like Yours

You give me reasons to

put on my big girl shoes

and walk around the world

as if it was not a big rabid wolf

who is willing to destroy me

with You I feel protected

and life makes sense

because I have You

will You be with me forever?

Or as long as forever is for me

I know my promises don’t mean much

but I know Yours do

Please promise to keep me loyal

to You

there’s nothing else I’ve ever

desired in my life

so much

Que solitaria la vida sin Ti

Me levantaría por las mañanas

sin poder decirte lo agradecida que estoy

por tenerte en mi vida

y qué sería de mi entonces?

No sería más que una rutina insoportable

y yo la marioneta de mis propios impulsos

No sería más

Y nunca querría más

Tú me despiertas por la mañana

con la esperanza de que donde sea que yo vaya

es porque Tú me has llevado

Te quiero

Gracias

Eres todo

Y mi alma

Lo sabe y Te agradece

There isn’t anything

out there

in the space where

the lines are crossed

and Your silhouette is

no longer visible

that fills me

there is nothing outside

of You

that I would want to experience

nothing outside the inside of your

heart that calls me anymore

I’ve lived in it for so long

if I missed the call of Your voice

it’d kill me.

Out there -{renata ferretti}