Between Two Worlds

Painting by Luca Ponsato

Between Two Worlds

I gave up both my worlds for you.

Not in rebellion,

not in disbelief,

but in a love that quietly took everything.

Without you,

this world feels unfinished,

and the next one uncertain.

You are my meaning here,

and the question I carry

into whatever comes after.

In this life,

I will live with a chest full of death-pain.

Not the kind that ends breathing,

but the kind that keeps the body moving

while the soul grows tired.

Every day without you

will arrive like survival,

not living.

I will smile when needed,

speak when spoken to,

exist where I must

all while carrying a sorrow

that has learned how to sit quietly

inside my ribs.

And the life after this

I do not know what it holds.

Promises blur when you are not there.

If there is heaven,

I wonder if it will feel like exile

without your presence.

I remained a believer,

yet my faith learned a new kind of ache.

I did not turn away from God,

but my heart kept turning toward you,

again and again,

as if love itself had become a form of prayer.

I stood in between,

bare-footed,

carrying only your name

like a wound I refused to heal.

I knew what I was losing.

I knew the weight of this choice.

Still, I chose you

not because it was easy,

but because it was true.

If I am left with nothing

no peace in this world,

no certainty in the next

remember this:

I did not abandon faith.

I simply loved

with everything I had.