By Mac Guerreiro
Eye wish eye could tell you,
Eye feel like a coward,
But that beats being a burden,
The day hasn’t come yet it’s looming all the same,
And eye can hear myself calling your name,
Needing your touch to soothe,
Your voice to reassure,
Your presence to ground,
Eye just know that eye’ll need you around,
Yet the chance of my telling you is slim to none,
As eye said it’s better to be a coward than a burden.
Mystical Mac 