The words all fall short but that’s not the point. They lift me past the tops of clouds, past the start-studded sky illuminated by the sea of black, past the vacant gates of heaven and more. They feel the empty parts of me with parts of you and for the first time I am whole. Like a long-awaited masterpiece. You’re a masterpiece.
And though I walk alone at times, reminded of your absence by my brooding shadow, I know these words will take me back to you where our shadows dance on your bedroom wall and time stops and life reveals itself in the most beautiful of ways.