Letters to my Narcissus

Narcissus, Narcissus, Narcissus:

You told me you are leaving, you are going to the ocean and you will get lost for eight to ten months and Narcissus, I am begging you not to leave, you cannot leave. It’s unfair and insane that you leave when we still need each other. Don't do this to me that, you're still in my system.

I tried to cry for us by la Avenida Independencia but you know that since the first of June I run out of tears for us. I cry what I had when you told me that you loved me and my response choked in my throat with what felt like a tumour that wanted out.

Damn it, you have no right to leave with my joy and my heart, tell me that there is a way, a price and two hundred wishes to give. I’ll do it as long as you stay by my side so tell me that if I asked you, you would say yes.

Narcissus, you can't, it's too long and our three years are nothing compared to the 24-weeks you’ll be gone. I wouldn't survive it without talking about you and preaching your good days.

Put me in your suitcase, I will hide like a stowaway or as oxygen to go in your lungs. I do not fear that you will forget me (although I do), I fear that my heart, the poor abused and mistreated, won’t beat after you.

Do not make me your Echo, stay for a while by my side, do not do it as a bandit, give me the forty-eight hours you have left and flood me with your presence. 

To keep you as a ghost is better than oblivion.

I know, God I know it’s late and slow, that they are words buried in children and youth. That this page is erased from your mind because I begged you, but remember and find me.

Narcissus, no, just no.

I love you

Stay.

Come back. 

Do not leave Me.

T.A.