Watching the wall intently

waiting for the storm to pass but evidently

time seems frozen still

and I only wish that it will

and it could be only you and me

so I could just see

your face one more time,

just one more night to talk to you

to hear your sweet voice

to  have you comfort my anxious heart.

I read the book you gave me

in hopes that you will read this

and I will calm your mind

as the book calms mine.

In the words and written brilliant pages,

the illuminated white pages full of black words that seem to seep your personality,

you intelligence.

I miss you,

but in order to miss you,

it means you are on my mind.

I pray only that you stay patient and that by the time I have finished the book at least

that we can call once again and cry tears of joy rather than separation

and I can cry with you about the scenes with Richard and Kahlan in the book.

This started out as a poem...

but became a letter,

a crying prayer.

Stay safe and don't do anything stupid.

I love you and I promise the storm will pass eventually.

I long for you like you long for me

keep that in mind.

Our hearts are still in sinc with each other

and nothing will change that.

I will uphold my promise on my word,

but only if you uphold yours...

I love you more than you could fathom to imagine

and you will be on my mind always.

Until the next night we can finally see each other again

and call

and talk about apples and wizards and all the jokes and magic we share through that book...

the book that has shaped us both and continues to shape our relationship.

I love you

my seeker,

my one and only.