Love letter # 375

We held our breath, turned away for a moment, and the space opened out. Like resignation. A distance calibrated with wisdom, but billed in longing.

For here we are…safe, cocooned, recovered. No more rushing of blood. No more blinding light. Yet, when I step out the door I still hope to find you there. I search for your likeness. I linger where I think you might be. Where traces maybe found. I can do the math and read the runes, yet still I hold a place for you.   

We both know it is madness, but it is a reason.