The Back We Will One Day Show

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The Backs We Watch

Watching someone’s back
quietly, without calling their name,
makes my heart a little more beautiful,
a little more humble.
The back of a delicate bird
that flies away the moment you speak.
The back of a white butterfly
that dances off before you even think to call it.
The back of a poet
who stays for a long while,
just because the sunset by the sea is beautiful.
The backs of nuns
walking slowly along a corridor,
or sitting in silence, praying.
And then—
one day, before leaving this world,
my mother appeared in my dream,
empty-handed,
walking toward the gate of the convent,
her back turned to me.
At a funeral hall,
the backs of family members
standing again and again
before the portrait of someone they loved.
Why do backs
always look a little sadder than faces?
Why do they make us stare at the horizon,
as if waiting for something we cannot name?
Perhaps it is because,
someday,
we know we will also leave quietly—
imagining in advance
the back we will one day show to this world.

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She Simply Made Space

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The Quiet Act of Waiting She was not someone who tried to keep things. She was someone who knew how to let them go. Her hand was empty— not calling the bird, not preparing to hold it. Just open, as if flying away was always allowed. The white bird carried a letter, but she did not wonder what it said. Some feelings are already delivered long before they arrive. Things that leave rarely offer explanations. Understanding is left to those who remain. Petals fell. The light leaned toward evening. Below her, the city breathed as if nothing had changed at all. She was not waiting. She knew even waiting can become a way of holding on. So she simply made space. Some goodbyes are spoken through posture, not words. And some kinds of love remain only by knowing how to release them.
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