Forever Young

Hi — it’s been a long time.

I’m stepping back into writing and sharing more openly again. I’m publishing my poetry on WordPress and sharing what I’ve learned about redefining success, creating a meaningful life, and finding your way back to yourself on Substack. 

It would mean a lot to have you with me on this journey. Thank you for being here.

Here is my newest poem:

My Beloved

By some unspoken design — they met again.

His smile — a memory returning home.

Her eyes — a fire reigniting,

as if no time had passed

the moment their gazes touched.

No explanations needed.

No words for the past.

Only echoes whispering:

I remember you.

Like moths to a flame,

they returned.

Holding each other like a confession.

No promises.

No future.

Forgiveness for the years

they let slip by in silence,

disguised as touch.

At dawn, he woke first.

Watched the light stretch across her face —

the same softness that once undid him.

He loved her, but needed air.

She loved him, but needed saving.

Neither could give what the other lacked.

With more sorrow than they understood,

not yet knowing what it would mean,

they parted.

Yet sometimes —

they felt the other’s presence:

a whisper across distance,

a name shimmering in the river of memory.

Fated to this endless prophecy:

some connections are not meant to be lived forever —

only felt.

They did not know

that still, in the quiet,

each held hope.

That just this once,

somewhere beyond the years

and all their endings,

their souls would meet again —

knowing that,

against all odds,

It was supposed to be simple, something small enough to hide between the folds of night and the quiet hours of morning— two people trying not to feel so lonely, two hearts pretending they weren’t learning the shape of each other.

But the story with them never finished. It just stopped. Paused mid-breath, mid-heartbeat, with no ending written, no final thread cut— only a silence where something once lived that neither of them dared to name.

He once spoke of love softly, as if the air might break under the weight of it. Spoke of futures not yet born, of sunlight on little faces that would carry pieces of them both. And she didn’t know, then, how deep those words would sink or how long they would echo.

Because people don’t forget relationships that felt infinite, even if they were brief. Time doesn’t dull everything— some memories crystallize instead, sharp as first breath, warm as last light. And she carries him still like a pressed flower in the pages of her life— not blooming, not fading, just there, unchanged.

Some people carry one specific memory for the rest of their life— not as regret, but as a moment that mattered. And she wonders, sometimes, if he does too— if the same quiet flicker rises in his chest when the night is soft and the world is still and the past drifts close enough to touch.

Bohemian Watercolor Illustrations Inspired by Literature and Nature by Ana Victoria Calderon

Mexican/American designer Ana Victoria Calderon’s work is deeply inspired by nature and its beauty. A native of the sunny Cancun area, Calderon combines her passion for the outdoors with stunning literature passages, which pay homage to inspirational thoughts and Mother Earth’s beauty.

Dreamy and intense, the watercolor portraits are composed of deep colors, mimicking the effect of a starry night, the beautiful aurora borealis and various sceneries. You can find her entire collection in her Etsy shop!