“When you have swam in the sea
a lake will no longer do;
everyone else was always a pond
but the ocean was always you”
[tyler knott gregson]
I came across this poem today and it immediately brought me back to Greece.
And I remembered that I never got the chance to share the self-portrait painted just before returning home.
It was in November that I found love for the first time and Pablo Neruda.
I was surrounded by romance, poetry, and wild colors
living in a white-washed apartment with a balcony and blue shutters;
my favorite place in the world.
I think about it sometimes,
5,000 miles away
in the old house of a Greek woman,
passed down to her grandson,
an ex love,
Now just another piece of my heart still calling me back.