Love letter # 114

I have you in my blood now, sticking to my skin, hovering like the weight of space in my chest. We are far apart, yet…you…physically present. Like the soft glisten of gold summer in slate hard winter.

Aching quietly, I vault the sea in frictionless fantasy. Then, with relief – with a recognition that defies the power of language – I walk with you.

And I am home.