GHOSTWRITER

It takes a ghost to make a ghostwriter 

It takes guts to say out loud 

Things which no one wants to hear 

It takes more than one hundred heartbeats 

To complete a minute of anticipation, anxiety or pain 

And no less than a century 

To forget 

Or forgive. 

It takes poor eyesight 

Not to notice your distress 

Just when you were so close 

But it takes eagle eyes to face you again. 

It takes a faithful heart 

To believe 

To suffer in silence 

And a strong one 

To stand by your side 

When the rain fell so hard. 

It takes one's hand 

To grab a pencil 

It takes a poet 

To write down 

And this one may pass the same roads 

In the old search for something new 

Trying to tell what everybody knows 

Though few dare to say. 

It takes no more than my sad eyes 

To let warm drops of feelings 

Mix with the words 

Which, I should have told you.