I love Cyprus,
its stone-white shores,
its sun that burns but never asks why.
But here I stand,
alone,
a shadow with no hand to hold.
I am screwed—
twisted in the silence of my own thoughts,
trapped between a sea that glitters
and a heart that drowns.
Nobody is coming.
No sails on the horizon,
no footsteps on the path.
Only me,
only this weight,
only the bitter truth
that sometimes
we save ourselves
or we don’t at all.