My northern star.

I am constantly living in the past. In the white lilies' falling petals. In a childhood of rushing down the street in front of my home. The river in the sun. The waves were calling my name. Maybe one day, when I am ready, I will come back to you. All those weights and melodies will return in the shape of an afternoon dream. The heat on my skin. Your name on my lips and your fingertips streaming down my cheeks. Your hair tangled up in my hair and a scent of jasmine lingering around your neck. And we would love each other like we never did before. 

Love for you is bursting out of my chest. I am sending you my blessing. Please take care of yourself, wherever you are. You are in my prayer and I am thinking of you always.