Here.

I have this thing

Where sometimes I’m fine

Sometimes I know my path

and I know what’s good for

me.

And I know myself enough to know that this

is where I should be,

this is where I

Can be

Me.

This is where I have access to the fullest part of my being,

Me.

And then

I have this other thing.

This thing that remembers the parts of

me

that only you could open up.

Parts of me that I have yet to access here,

Pieces of me that have only been uncovered in moments of pure revelry

and laughter

and in the depths of

you.

I miss those parts of

me.

The pieces of me that are here

and alive

and so thankful for the perfectness

of this place and this time

long to be united with that other piece of

me

that’s still with

you.

I am whole in and of myself,

I know this.

So why does it feel like the only way to be fully

me

is to have you too.

And yet having you would mean changing

you,

and the things I love most about

you.

So I circle back around to

me,

and hope that I can learn to see

the hidden parts of

me

while I’m standing here in the sunshine.

And let the lessons of

you

flow over the vast land and sea and reach

me.

Here.