I always come back. I'm never really gone. I'm always walking with you.
I can hear your moans of sorrow and pain. They are so loud, my ears are ringing with pain. My hands, as hard as I press, can't block the piercing sounds.
I can see you, and as much as I reach I can't touch you. I just want to take you in my arms, rest your head on my chest and comfort you. But each step forward for me, is two steps back for you. I must observe from a distance.
I can speak but it doesn't translate. You don't understand what I am saying. I can scream, but it's not loud enough for you to hear. My voice never crackles. I won't stop.
I am not in the same pain as I was before. This feels like a never-ending sorrow. I had so many plans for you, for us.
It's dark yet light. Time stands still where I am, it doesn't exist. I am not here, and I am not there. This is the place people spoke of, but I don't feel stuck here. I am content here.
I will be with you as you build your own path in your world. Walking beside you with your achievements and standing tall as you calculate your next step with set backs. Although I cannot touch you, I will always be your biggest support.
Keep an eye on all those superstitions I would always claim were true. After all, they may be where I am. Coming back to you.