@uvu
I barely slept,
my body knew what was coming.
I closed my eyes, Butterflies in the belly.
It meant I cared.
The city was still, and I wasn’t chasing anything.
Not today.
I just wanted to be a part of it,
because I love it.
The simplicity, silent work, the rhythm.
The light was blue and cool.
Wet stone, a familiar scent.
Behind me, the room was kept
warm, quiet.
Outside the city seemed charged,
as if holding back.
Her breath full of tension.
I pass by places full of memories.
Pont Neuf, a burst of laughter on SSD,
Répus at night.
Every journey is a reminder,
a map of who I have been.
I replay is like a tape.
The slope, the cobblestones,
the light reflected in the Seine,
the pain that pushes me beyond the Arc de Triomphe.
Where the wind cuts,
Where the legs are silent,
Where they wake up again.
I think back to the track.
No names exchanged, just the breath,
the effort, then later,
water, and a kind of silence that I keep to myself.
And then, go.
Somewhere, I stopped thinking,
I just followed the feeling.
The one that tells you it’s not over yet.
After that, nothing to say.
Just laughter, an arm on a shoulder,
salt on skin.
Time with my brothers,
moments with my sister.
Victory or not,
It didn’t matter.
What remained is what I have given,
because the effort remained.
It wrote itself into me,
to start over again.
Again,
Again,
What a gift.
