I am with you

I would laugh
If I were with you
When you read this
Years, eons hence.
If I am with you
When you read this
That will be great
And if I’m not,
It doesn’t matter,
I am with you now.

It doesn’t matter
What happens from here on,
I will be in these words
When you read them or not
And matter because I am in here
As much as when these words left

the hand that spoke them.

I’ll exist when you come to wake me.
As you read these words
I come alive
That is what makes this act
So valuable
As the selfless act
Of giving,
Of loving,
Of living.

Don’t cry for me
I’m not really gone.
I just went away
For a while.

© roberto isaza
january 15, 2006