I remember that day, yes. The very first moment I laid eyes on you. You were stunning, something about you was just different. I had no choice but to talk to you. And look at us now -- separated but still together, miles away but still connected. The chakra that comes off of you is most reflected in love -- but I saw that coming. Oh, my beautiful Mari. You are my best friend, my confidant, my go-to-gal. One day. I will see those eyes of your again. I will feel that heartbeat again. I will kiss you, something I regret not doing. You will see me again. Whether it be a minute or a year from now, I will be there. Hold on, love. I'm coming home.
This is actually more of a story -- no, letter -- than a poem, but what the hell, right?