Anchored

The thought of you eases me. I wish I could touch your face, hold your hand–smell your hair.

The rain falls around me, yet my heart remains warm.

This was our promise and for that I am grateful. I need you more than you know.

Your spirit lingers.

It is the echoes of our memories and the link that holds me to you. Can you feel my hold?

I am an anchor.

You are my sea.

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