Dear Love,

Waking this morning without you,
I am lost,
Like a boat adrift,
In the blue ocean of Nottingham sky.

I am missing you the way, an orange misses its skin, once peeled,
That is all there is to say.

Just this:

I miss the way,
Your love tethers me,
But does not bind me,
To the Earth.

Your sweetheart,
Dimple.