the wanderer lost her wonders;

by Matthew Burgos
by Matthew Burgos

I met a woman who loved stardust, but in the clouds—evaporating and pure smokes. She touched my lips, but never kissed it. She looked at me without seeing me. She locked her fingers on to mine, but it was lifeless. She smiled at me, but it was empty.

In the lifetime I knew her, her routine did not waver. I grew accustomed to it before I knew it. The affairs were spent on mornings, but on evenings we were ghosts—two strangers waiting for the new sun to know each other again.

So, I was not surprised that it had been a week since the last time I saw her. She kept returning and leaving, and I could only embrace her.

But some nights, I thought, if it would make a big difference if she just stayed.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.


4 thoughts on “the wanderer lost her wonders;

  1. Very heartfelt Matthew. She seems like an interesting girl, always on the go. It’s good because it keeps his attention but on the other hand, I wonder if he feels he ever really ‘has’ her as his girl because she never stays, she’s always leaving. I feel his yearning for her to even once, just stay with him a while. Well written.

    1. Thank you so much, Ms. Amanda! I hope she lingers even just for hours, to talk to him and know him well. Your words are always the grace I drink. Thank you so much, Ms. Amanda! All the best. 🙂

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