To go back, eyes open, mind connected to the past
Trying to listen to her voice/to remember/she has always
been next to me/ just like I knew she would be/for a second I forget where I am
or that it has been 5 long years since I last saw her
My eyes are open/staring at emptiness
I can hear her voice smiling with nostalgia of youthful days
While my mind wanders in that past moment until I can almost
hold it in my breath
And I realize enough time has gone by that I, as she liked
to call me/her alter-ego/ has always felt that same warm nostalgia creeping up
unexpectedly
And I’m transported from the comfort of those
weeknight-routines
memories in which I see her applying her night cream/
listening to the evening news/ discussing about a new political world crisis
and an old family story…
…Carried to that afternoon in which the air was still and
time went back and forth/confused/while she laid in bed silently, breathing
heavily/ waiting for the moment in which it would all change/she waited until I
could accept/until I could reassure/until I whispered at her ear
“I will always love you, you will always be next to me in
everything I do, you have given me the greatest gift, please rest now”
I have now applied my night cream/listened to the evening
news/discussed about the current crisis and reminisced about the past
Now longing to hear her voice/to share life/to live her
unconditional love…
…And it all comes easily; her voice and her smile overrun my
memories
And I can hear her say
“I am right here, I never really left”
