Pain

Years ago I swore I would never cry again for a woman, it seems my eyes remember that oath since the tears still flow.

However, that pain in my chest, like damage caused by a sharp steel, remains there, bending my posture, making me feel the bitterness of reality.

And what is reality?

Solitude is the only reality, the solitude of an existence outside time, the solitude that always brings eternity, the emptiness of one who continued to advance in search of eternal life, leaving everything behind, realizing that ahead there is only the emptiness of the universe, behind the memories, and here, beside me, the nothingness that consumes any hope.