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.