TITLE: Even if I don’t remember your name

Even if I don’t remember your name, I remember your absence.
Her hands no longer search the world, only the echo of what once was.
Time has folded into silence, and in that silence, a mother remains—
holding the weight of a love that has nowhere to go.
There is no scream, no tears left to fall.
Only the quiet persistence of memory,
and the unbearable tenderness of loss.
She does not look at us—
she looks inward,
where her child still lives.

AUTHOR: Emilio Barrionuevo (Spain)