Wednesday, October 1, 2014

I want to...

I always wanted to write a letter to you. I would have written it on a paper that has flower petals in it, and I would have put a drop of vanilla perfume into it, so that its smell would remind you of me. But you left without leaving the address, and I didn't want to let you go...

I don't want you to go. I want you to stay. You make me feel beautiful when I see myself in your eyes. You make me feel warm and secure. I trust you. Your eyes make me feel green and alive. When you look at me I want to run towards you and become a part of you. I want to be a part of your body when you busy yourself discussing things with others. I want to stand there next to you holding your hand and giving you warmth and support in whatever you do.

I want to be a child in your arms. I want to sleep covered with your smell and wake up in the morning to watch you sleep. I want to keep your head in my lap when you are tired and sing you a lullaby so that you could be a child one more time.

I miss you. I am jealous of your work for it has so much of you, while I have nothing. And when I miss you it turns into physical pain that I feel there in my arms.

You amaze me... You give me the most wonderful gifts of my life. Something that I always dreamt of. You make me happy. Thank you for it.

I am sorry if I ever hurt you with my anger. I don't want to hurt you, I never did. I want to give you peace.

I don't want to catch you.  I want you to come and hold my hand into yours.

I want to watch your hair turn grey. I want to hold your hands and keep them warm on a winter night. I want to touch the tear on your cheek when the world laughs at you. I want to wait for you every evening by the window and learn the sound of you footsteps by heart. I want to follow you wherever you go, and when you die I want to go with you into the darkness with a candle in my hand to light your path. I want to see your face before I close my eyes for the last time. I want to take away all your sorrows and make them mine. I want to laugh at you when you are funny and quarrel with you in the morning when we decide who would be making tea. I want to know the touch of your mother's hand. I want to live in a small corner of your room. I want to bring you squirrels, cats, dogs, butterflies, monkeys, parrots and donkeys and beg you to allow us to keep them at home. I want to gift you a child that would be a part of you. I want to miss you when you are away and call you to tell you to come home. I want to tell you stories. I want to listen to your nonsense. I want to listen to your non-nonsense.

I want to be a pillow on which you keep your head when you are tired. I want to be a tree that gives you shade on a sunny day. I want to be a river that brings water to your lips. I want to be your night and day. I want to learn you by heart.

Will you allow me?