I miss you every day, and some things can make me feel like there is nothing besides the moment, or that my blanket is still at home neatly folded and on the foot of my bed- unexpected ruby red gum drops, or gold chains in water drains- but then I awake, and I’m thinking- where am I? What is it that I am doing here? And I tell you I feel my heart reaching endlessly towards a destination that I cannot get close enough to- not now, not when I need it. And I tell you I feel you close to me somewhere in the vast ocean of my mind, but on land I am sinking and the pebbles are slowly falling down the sides of my throat- soon you can poke me and through the hole sand will steadily flow. Won’t you come to me at the far back of this coffee shop that I have taken a small piece of- the ****-end of this dining chair, or the scratch on the wall- but won’t you glide past the glass door and let me catch your eyes peering into mine, knowing that I am yours and telling me that everything’s fine; everything’s fine.