So there I was, weeks ago. Heart was torn and blue, broken and emptied. Walked away from what caused this much pain, willing it to just stop, oh just please stop, even for just a moment. Sailed away from responsibilities and grown up things and vanity in modernity, just wanting a way out. I found myself here in this vintage bed where I first say your name, where I told you who You are to me. I thought I could find you here, only, but you whispered as you always did, ‘I am always with you.’ And You filled me with you, laughter from my roots. It’s you, I thought I’d cry from sadness of things I lost, but You make me cry with joy just knowing that You are still who You are to me when I first met You, my best friend.