OJOS QUE LLORAN SIN SABER DE MI...

NAMESAKE
By Juan Montoya


And I won't be there
when disconsolate
you'll cry
Because
you pinched your hand
or
playing ball
got hit or hurt
or things just didn't go so well

Or to exult with you in victory
or soothe the agony of your defeats
While others turn and find someone
to share with them their joys
or pains
you'll be alone
I will be gone

Arrows that soar
from miles away
unseeing, find me
In sleep, I dream
of shielding you from all
Instead, I lie awake
and feel you from afar.