I pick up the phone.
Again.
I need to hear your voice,
I need to feel the strong tree that you are,
I need to touch your rock.
When I needed to face the reality,
you were beside me.
When I needed to face myself,
you were beside me.
When I needed an escape from reality,
you were beside me.
When I needed an escape from myself,
you were beside me.
We have been crying together;
you know all of my life.
We have been laughing together;
you know all of my life.
When I was so terrified of myself
that I could not open the gates of hell,
you took the key
and boldly faced the burning flames.
When I was so terrified of this world
that I could not open the gates of hell,
you took the key
and revealed that I was only afraid of myself.
Sometimes I can live this life
only five minutes at a time.
I can face those five deadly minutes
only by knowing that you remain.
I call you but you do not answer.
I have to let you go and face the world myself.
Even when you are not beside me,
you are teaching me lessons.
I know you will call me back.
Will you?
I notice that I am praying for you.
You made me forget myself
even when you were not here.
Or am I praying for myself
in order not to lose you?
Even when you are not beside me,
you are teaching me lessons.
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