If I don’t see you at the stretch of my vision,
I hold my back, lean on, and
Let myself lose a little,
I take myself back to that house,
The walls painted with the colours of your joy
And, there I see that old picture,
Waiting for me to clean it off the dust, off the mellow
And the denial.
When your footsteps are no longer to be seen on the ground
Your face is to be seen within,
And the smile,
To be seen on mine.
Isn’t it funny how time never let me have you?
Between all the confusions, chaos, the laughs and cries, those petty fights,
The constant making memories of your presence;
The longing and lamenting of your absence;
Between the time too much and no time at all,
I find you.
I find you in the unforgettable moments of self where there’s nothing but freedom,
I find you in voids, in the voices that know no language
When time and destiny takes you away from me, I
I find you somewhere inside me,
And nobody can take that away from me.