I know you love your son.
I know you miss him.
I know you want him back.
I know you want to meet him.
I know because I feel the same too.

You told me to meet you,
You say that you miss me,
I want it too,
but sorry I can't,
I am afraid,

you always talk about him,
mention his name,
tell the days when with him,
invited me to come into place,
I can't do that.

I'm not hating
or want it anymore,
I'm just fragile.