And of all the people I could have met, of all the people I could have loved,

I met you, this wonderful, beautiful soul that is you, and it is so great,

but there are times my heart breaks with the yawning distance, and though

I reach out, half-asleep, wanting your weight, your touch next to mine,

its’ sudden and sharp realizing loss that stuns me to sudden grief,

grief that wasn’t there, and you aren’t here yet. Come home to me,

Come home to me and love me deeply, silently, slowly.