The day I got lost (Marcella Boccia)
The day I got lost, the sky turnedits face away, no longer blue,the clouds wrapped their bodies in the scent of ash,whispering secrets only the wind could hear.I wandered, not knowing where to go,but feeling each step echo through me,as if my feet were tracing forgotten roadswhere names had been erased long ago.The earth beneath me was a stranger’s touch,cold, unfamiliar, a tremor in the soil,and the trees, once silent companions,wept their leaves into the winds of time.I stood still, waiting for the stars to call,for the moon to cradle me in its silence,but no light reached my eyes,and no sound broke the sorrow that lay heavy on my chest.I got lost in the spaces between heartbeats,where memory fades like distant thunder,and the echoes of my nameare swallowed by the hollow of the universe.It wasn’t the map I lost,but the sense of home—the quiet knowing of where to place my soulamid the ruin of my thoughts.The day I got lost,I found myself in the cracks of time,holding my breath,waiting for the world to remember my name.
