Don't forget to come back

Calmly gripping my hand, I try to put aside
my lonely life, as you do with a plastic bag
used and ready to be thrown away.
So, am I alive? am I a dead? am I anything?
I doubt! like you doubt yourself sometimes
of what your eyes read in your heart.
Go away my lonely life, I'm too busy now
to keep on loving you, I'm too scared now
to keep embracing you.
Go away life, I'm too scared now,
but don't forget to come back in the spring
when my eyes cry and my heart starts to sing.