Love in suspension (Marcella Boccia)
Love hangs in the air here,A fragile thread spun between us and the abyss,It sways, caught in the breath of unseen winds,As if afraid to fall,Yet too heavy to fly.I feel it,Tugging at the spaces where my heart once beat freely,Now a hollow echo in the chest,A memory that lingers like smoke,Refusing to be inhaled or exhaled.In this suspended moment,You are both near and far,A shadow that touches my skin but does not stay,A dream that slips through my fingers,Each word you never spokeBecomes a weight I carry in silence.We are two souls,Frozen in time’s cruel embrace,Neither here nor gone,Bound by the tension of what could have been,And what we never dared to say.Your love—It is a dark flame that never warms,A fire that flickers on the edge of this quiet void,Waiting for the wind to blow it out,Waiting for the world to forget its name.And still, I hold it,This love in suspension,Like a star whose light never reaches the earth,Like a river that forgets to run,Both endless and empty,Both alive and dead,Suspended in the space where I am not,But where I will always remain.
