Isadora Poem by G J Salgado

I didn't know her; she was just a baby but I latched onto her since birth. There was just something about her that kept me safe. I knew that she would never know who I was, yet she was the reason my soul stayed alive. I watched her grow everyday and although I knew that she couldn't speak; she sensed that I was there. I was always there. She never left me. I watched her grow as the years went by. She didn't know anything about me but I knew everything there was to know about her. I walked with her hand in hand and I talked with her inside of her mind each and every day. I was real to her even though she never once saw me; she felt my presence. I followed her all throughout her childhood. As she grew into a woman; I was afraid that my existence would be lost. I was wrong; she heard my thoughts, felt my fears, and visited with me daily. We spent her entire life together and she never once saw me. I spent my days after my death with her each and every day of her life; but she never knew my name. She came close to death herself many times during her human lifetime. I saved her through many of them; I kept her alive, and she kept me alive as well. At times I confused her because her mind didn't always understand why I was there; neither did I. She was all that I knew after I died; day after day, year after year she was a part of me and I was a part of her. Together we kept each other alive but neither of us knew or understood why. When I was alive as a human, I was never this close to anyone. It was kind of a sad story but I couldn't imagine spending my life after death with anyone else but her. My life was lonely when I was alive; she welcomed me into her own out of all of the people in the world, we were chosen for this. I realized that her time here was almost over. She was growing old and thin. I barely recognized her anymore. Though she was still beautiful as always in my eyes; she was different and I knew her time was coming soon. So I held her hand just like I always did as we both waited for that final moment. I looked into her eyes and watched as life slowly faded from them. It was then that she finally saw me. She reached out to touch my face. As her cold fingers grazed my skin I heard her whisper my name, 'Isadora.' Her last breath came and went as I waited for her return moments later. She was more beautiful now than she ever was. She looked down at her frail and lifeless body then kissed herself goodbye. I took her hand just like the many thousands of times as I did before. We walked hand in hand as we followed the light that waited for us.