Right beside me.
I can hear you
Calling my name,
I can feel your fingers,
Your soft touch, on my face.
But still I make no move.
I hear you crying out my name,
Over and over,
Needing my attention.
I’m falling.
My mind is going somewhere
You can’t go to.
You try to grab me,
And still I slip away,
Like the wave slips
From the hand of a child
Who desperately tries to grab it.
Cátia Ribeiro
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