It started from the heart and slowly took the lungs, the liver and the kidneys. The emptiness filling me was replenishing with absence the void left in by my soul the moment she disappeared. I looked around and crossed the whole world. I figured I could meet her again out of me, I thought she would be somewhere between the lakes and the seas, somewhere in the magnitude of the sight from a mountain top. I believed she could hide behind the person sitting on the ground, asking for some food. So, I tried, I went there and asked for her to reach my hand. But she wasn’t: that wasn’t her. I lost it. I completely lost it and started singing and swearing and screaming, and no one would hear me.
Where are you my dear? Why did you leave me? Where are you hiding?
Whose hand you reach to drink happiness and life will?
I couldn’t think of myself without you, without your sweet sweet thinking.
And when I knew it was the end, when I felt you weren’t coming back to me, I saw you, at the end of the tunnel, crying crouching on the ground. Slowly I started dancing towards you.
Reach my hand. Reach my hand please and we’ll never be apart ever again. But your sighs were louder and your sobs deeper.
Please, please, don’t leave me. I don’t know if that was my voice or your voice. But there I knew it.
We never were apart, we never left each other side-inside. We were just meant to understand the difference between a song and true life, between lyrics and words; between a dream and a woken day.
Save me from my fears and let me be, once again, the lake, the mountain and the homeless.