Ghost tale

Hubo un día en que la niebla ya no detuvo el calor del sol y en que las calles de repente dejaban de brillar, porque tales días llegan y uno no puede evitar que lleguen.
Pero es que olvidaste ver los trazos de las gotas de lluvia y las sombras de los arboles. que entre las calles hay movimientos que se desesperan porque veas que siguen allí solo no de la manera en que los recordabas.
Y no, nadie nunca se ha ido para nunca volver cuando tiene siquiera una razón para agitar las hojas a tu paso, y no nadie nunca podría abandonarte del todo no importa que tanto haya pasado en el cambio de lugar y situación.
Y es cierto, no puede ni el ni mucho menos yo evitar que tus lagrimas lleguen a tocar el piso y se confundan con la lluvia de verano o con el rocio de la primavera, y tenemos que aprender a ver tus lagrimas y que no nos rompas el corazón. Quería decirte que esta bien, que esta esperando un día por ti, pero que no te atrevas a llegar a el de nuevo aun porque no importa cuanto ansia abrazarte aun tienes muchas palabras que decir y muchas obras por construir y realizar en este plano, y yo le conte de como me viste derrotado y que hiciste a un lado tu tristeza para escuchar mi historia. Y creo que eso aun provoca una sonrisa en el porque no has cambiado ni has dejado de ser la maravillosa persona que el conoció y luego me doy cuenta de que hablo con alguíen que no conozco, y que en verdad me trabo mucho en decir siquiera una palabra, y le causa algo de risa, y eso esta bien, luego me quedo en silencio porque no se de que mas hablar.
No es una espera inactiva, y jamás podría ser solo una espera común y corriente, y toda su energía sigue presente no solo en ella, pero importantemente en ella. Importantemente en ti. Cuando lo necesites.
Y trato de mirar alrededor y de encontrar sus marcas en nuestro plano y pedirle que también me deje cuidar de ti, porque un poco de ayuda nunca cae demas, sobretodo cuando nuestro esfuerzo sea por ti.
One day you'll see him again and before that moment you will have a lot of dreams...hell uva lot of dreams because there are so many things he wants to tell you, and so many things you gotta tell him as well.
One day you'll stop missing; but all three of us know that day is not a near day.
And one day you'll receive some short of kiss and you will feel it is a kiss of him and guess what? it will be!
Somehow you will find the wind around you is not just passing you but holding you.
Because my dear you have a ghost thinking about you, and a lot of peolpe taking care of you in his name in this world.
But till the day of your sleep, that day which is gonna put swords all around my body and my spirit, till that far far away day you'll live in part a ghost tale, and it is a nice ghost tale about the wind and the fall and your favorite song, so many things he will not tell me for they are your secrets, so many things you'll find while walking your path.
Let me walk this path at your side, not because he may want me to protect you but because I want to be there.
I really want to be there, whenever you want as whoever you want me to be.
I want to be part of your tale, and give you some good news and take the bad news in your shoulders and cry till sleep together.
For me and because I'll keep your life oke for whom you lost.
Don't let go, I will never ever let go of you.
I have to hold you hold you so bad next time we meet.
I need to or I could loose my AT field and fall to pieces.
I'd love to, to consume myself in your fire.
I hope to make you feel better.
And we all know these words say to much but they do not say everything you need to hear everything you deserve to know everything I could give.
Your ghost tale does actually, hope you find it in the floor or the grass of somewhere written as you will find not with words (Because words are still flaws and imperfects expressions) but with memories and sensations.
You ghost tale is not for me or for everyone it is a secret of two, I just have to tell you; you may find it the moment you less expect it.
And this maybe my best right here and now, but not my last, and it's just the least you deserve to know.
There's nothing there to fix, nothing there to change, because we can't just go back and change things everything happens for a final reason one day you will know, between a caress of the wind perhaps and then you will smile like never before, like never before. A happy ending for the first time in my life, not the happy ending of your story actually, but the epilogue of another story related to yours, a story you can end happily once things fall into their right place.
Do not rush things. It will happen that's one of the things we also know as well.