The Promised Return

poem

The Promised Return

Photo by corey oconnell on Unsplash

Three years have passed since the day I left,
three years of pain for you
waiting for me,
like the earth waits for the sun and the moon,
or two hands that never forgot each other.

I kept breathing inside your memories.,
but when I left,
I didn’t promise anything,
yet when I saw you in the café,
like the first blossom after an endless frost,
and I knew
that I had to hold you again
and that these years
have never been a gap,
but a bridge between us.

© Rolando Andrade, 2026

Final thought: If these words stayed with you for a moment,
this space might be for you too.

I write here every week —
sometimes in the open,
sometimes a little closer,
for those who choose to stay.