I will always be one step behind you, catching your tears of joy, right before they die missing you. Also, of course, your other tears, hugging them, comforting them, and finding myself in the stories they tell: How they were once part of you. Then, became, in a moment of emotion, means to communication. Now the storm has passed and I stayed, along with them, One step behind you.
Seeking, desperately A moment when you’d need us When you’d need support, Or some companions in happiness Or pain, or even silliness. When you’d look around To analyze your reality For I am part of your world after all Even if I’m one step behind you.
Unlike breathing, Talking to you is a necessity I plan for, I think about it, smiling. I can’t count the times I felt the urge to say something to you Anything Just to feel that I have my share of your attention, To claim — or test — my possession To that intimate being That earning some of which Means owning… Not the world, but Bliss! For one is worthless While the other is priceless. One is all around While the other is unreachable From one step behind you.
© Hazem Ben Salem