I Was With You
I was with you as you cried last night, so much for counting sheep.
Your thoughts were running rampant; it was hard for you to sleep.
I knew you were missing me and wishing I was there.
You lay awake all night thinking of the memories we shared.
I watched as you tried to eat lunch. You couldn’t even drink your tea. You were thinking of all the things you wish you’d said to me. I wanted to say: Don’t worry Sis, seriously, it’s ok.
“I know every word you would say to me if we had another day.”
I was with you when you visited the door of Mercy, I heard you cry out to God, “Why did you take him away?” As hard as you try, you can’t figure out why it had to be me.
Your mind is so scrambled, but someday you will see.
You will know why this happened, the reason I had to leave you ten years ago, you will understand it all in time, “till then, just believe I am with you always “I am the wind that blow in your face and the one that makes you laugh for no reason – That is I trying to tell you a joke”.
Someday when it’s your time to come to the other side, I’ll rush to welcome you with my arms open wide.
Robert Orozco
10/24/1953 – 11/23/2006