Come back

Come back to me and make me live
 Because the night is so cold and no stars are light
 I linger here in it , tortured by it
Comforted by the thought of warmth
Seeping back to your body

Come back to me and make me sing,
So loud! The heavens will shout with
The vibrations of my thanksgiving and praise
To God in His Glory and Grace for keeping you safe

I hurt. That special kind of pain reserved for humans
Death seems like a sweet escape or deep slumber?
Perhaps
I'm left frozen in suspended animation
Doomed to wander the galaxy
Alone

Come back to me and make me breathe
It feels like eternity since I exhaled
Why did it take so long to find your touch?
There is so much I miss

When the dawn comes and the shadow leaves
When the fragrance of the sun fills the air
When the wind travels to his hemisphere
I'll look for you  will see you again?

Come back to me and make me live

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda