I believed that we would be forever

that our quarrels were just the storm

coming through the cracks

of our sanctuary

It made me think that outside

there was an apocalyptic wasteland

and we were the only ones safe

As a consequence 

our tent became my whole world

and trips out of it

were only ventures for supplies 

something necessary 

to bring back

to share

for ten years this was my whole world

until one day

that came to me suddenly 

you disappeared 

and I was left in the tent alone

desperate

I ventured outside

thinking that the only thing I can find of you

is your ghost

but what I found shocked me even more

that when you are not my world 

the world becomes my world 

and for it

I can become 

a sanctuary.

Arturito