Love letter # 799

Subtle. Inescapable. This feeling that lives with me. My companion. Tracing my steps, following my line of sight. Moving to the rhythm of my breath. The me that isn’t me, yet is infused. Sweetness of my aching. Flavour of the space between – which vanishes at the speed of sensing. Oh you…nowhere, everywhere. All at once. As though, merely with a cast of shadow, you are blended into me, and the light itself has a new shape.