Here I dwell,
Embedded in the memory of you.
I reside in the there
of which you once existed.
Reciting moments which seem close enough to grasp
They lay within the palms of your rugged, resilient hands.
I am inferior
Delirious in the concept of your being
Far from where you are
I question the complexity of this madness.
May I ever find peace within your sturdy grasp
I ponder aimlessly at the thought of your return
Sluggish and hopeless I find myself waiting
May we ever be again my old friend?