I saw your picture drift somewhere past me tonight and I remembered you. A reminder that there was a time when all I had to do was reach out and there would be someone, not merely space that separates. Not merely time which divides. Because space and time is finite, while faith and hope is eternal.
Your absence does not make me unhappy.
I know you will come back to me, and I to you. And the naked eye will be hard-pressed to tell where your spirit ends and mine begins.
For now, let me say I miss you, and the things which remind me of you. How you always say things with certainty… never doubtful, never confused. How you go deeper into a thought with a deliberation that a tracker would envy. How you cared for me, in the subtle ways that only I understood, and how for a rare moment in my life, someone saw something profound in me, enough to say, “Well, there you are.”
And here I still am.
I miss you. I still wait for you to come back home.
