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**Title: *When the Ocean Forgot Our Names***
In the soft hush between tides, where the sand remembers better than we do, I sat tonight—barefoot, still, watching the ghost of you walk the shoreline. You weren’t really there, of course. You haven’t been for years. But memory is a trickster with your mouth and your eyes. The sea air still smells like that…
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Sofrito Heartbreak
He woke up with the coquí’s song stuck in his throat, tongue dry like sun-bleached coral, heart still marinating in the vinegar of her leaving. She left in a whirlwind— a slap of perfume, heels on cracked tile, a suitcase full of sundresses and excuses. Said she needed “clarity.” Said the island air was “too…
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i remember jackie
i remember jackie’s hair, thick and black, salt-wet from the sea,the way it clung to her neck when we’d walk the cracked streets of viejo san juan,our chocolate lab’s nails clicking on cobblestone,tongue lolling, tail wagging like he understood love better than us. i remember the apartment—cheap tile, open windows, no screens,just the hum of…
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today the love of my life abandoned me in puerto rico
Nine years later, the sun still rose over Puerto Rico—but today, the light felt like betrayal. We were once so vivid. How many times had we escaped here? Your favorite beach: Isla Verde, where salt air smelled of laughter and possibility. We’d sit under its palms and dream of forever. I can still feel the…