He's right there and cannot touch him.
I can feel his scent and yet cannot taste him.
Why does the world does this to me?
It's not the first time. It's all the time.
And every where I go,
I hear him.
Sweet words come out of his mouth, come out of his sweet lips.
They're warm.
And his hand, such a soft hand, never touches me.
I can close my eyes and picture a scene, an unreachable scene.
Please, tell me it will be all right.
And, someday, I can close my eyes never having to open them again.
Please, tell me I'll reach peace as it means.
And, someday, I can close my eyes never having to open them again.
And then finally, I'll reach my dream, me and him in that scene.
Never having to wake up again.
Maria Monteiro
