She left me...

She left me to be 

with the mountains and the hillsides, 

that used to swing her hips

She left to me to be

a swimmer in the unending ocean,

that used to name her laugh

She left to travel,

between the artificial borders,

that used to make her dream

She left me to gently shove, 

the boulders and the gravel, 

that used to inspire her fight

She left to learn, 

from the hugs of wind behind her, 

the lessons she used to live

She left me to dance the rhythm of her songs,

the grains of golden sand stuck between my toes, as I follow 

the paths she used to cross

She left me her smell, in every sun setting sea I see;

so it is true after all that she did not leave me at all.