Just be there

 if there is a 

place further from me

I beg you do not go.

– Frank O'Hara.

I'm always asking 

for the wrong direction

the wrong address

knocking on doors

that would never open for me.

I'm always lost.

Always asking without saying a word.

I'm always trying

to speaker louder 

with my hands

instead of my own words.

I'm not a conversation follower;

my mind is always keeping the details

and I get lost, again,

'cause I'm a memory keeper.

So when I don't say a word

It's just me

saving your voice

for when you are gone.

But listen this time

because my words run like a river

probably one you know.

Kissing you

felt like a forest

meeting the ocean

for the first time.

Like trees feeling the sand

beneath their roots.

Like ocean waves

admiring how tall

others can be.

And if you sail

one day

please meet me again

I'll be at the shore

waving hello.

And if this time I don't get lost

and if this time I get the right direction

and knock on the right door

please, be there.

Open that door for me,

and tell me your stories

so I can keep your memories

if you decide to sail away again. 

So I can keep your voice

like seashells that hold

the ocean sound inside them.

But just be there,

be there.