You worry about how you arrive.
Whether you were present enough,
or if your head and heart were too
full to enjoy the moment.
“I wish it had been different”
But I don’t, my love.
You showed up.
And that’s enough.
You worry about how you arrive.
Whether you were present enough,
or if your head and heart were too
full to enjoy the moment.
“I wish it had been different”
But I don’t, my love.
You showed up.
And that’s enough.
The universe gave months.
Forgive my selfishness, my dear,
I require lifetimes.
And even that would not be enough.
Each hour away from you is a waste.
It seems to age me in double-time.
Perhaps I’m not meant to be so far away,
maybe some souls aren’t designed to split.
Come back soon, yes?