All I know is that I am incomplete without you.
Your existence fills the void in my chest.
The one ripped open by loss and the heavy scythe of the world.
I do not know you yet, but when I do, I will know.
How strange to wait my whole life for this.
For this chance to be incandescently happy, shining so brightly we engulf the sun.
In my mind we are whimsical and free.
We are wild in the meadows at night.
Underneath the full moon.
Who laughs at our intricacies.
Do you dream of me?
I know you must.
For I surely dream of you.
You swirl in my mind like a laughing fog, untouchable, intangible, and yet enveloping me.
I hope you think of me.
Dream of me.
I do not think I could bear it if this was only a passing infatuation of my frenzied mind.
I will give you my soul to guard.
And I will keep your heart next to mine.
When we sleep we will lie close enough to hear each other’s patterned, perfect breathing.
And we will try to match.
Although, perhaps we will not sleep much.
Our love will shake the foundations and wake the neighbors.
Who will smile knowingly and roll over.
And we will be happy.