I miss you, my helper

I miss your waves touching my skin
your natural hands
I'd like to cross you in the middle and find out what you have to show me
when you were still here
I miss you my helper

I miss drinking Vanilla ***** in your sight
you don't judge
you welcome
longing to pray to you every night
praying to have you more and more
praying that you'll want me until the day I die
not your death, but mine
because you don't die
I miss you, my helper

you are blue
but not of sadness
but of Maresia
you are so vast and so bipolar
i like that about you
you're like my relatives
mysterious
I like that about you
but only in you
I miss you, my helper

when I was lost, unfortunately, I couldn't go to meet you
and I really thought I'd never see you again
but when I saw you again I cried
and my salty tears mixed with your salt
which is dense and exists
but I think you were praying to me from afar
because even far away I feel you rocking me
thank you for that, if it was intentional
thank you for that, if it wasn't intentional
you send me a boat when I'm lost all the time
I don't **** myself because I know I'll be far away from you
and I don't even know if they know I want my ashes on you
I miss you my helper

came to meet you as soon as possible
without hesitation  
I miss you my helper

maresia