Awake until your return

keep it open
I mean your eyes
for I will return.
keep it locked with my memory
do not let it fade
I am behind a thick wall
that looks like the one from your hate.
do not forget my gait
do not forget I am your fate.
I am warmth and showers
I am the chill and morning.
keep them open,
your legs or your eyes
I must fit in when I return.

Ruddapoet