3 AM
Beloved,
Last night as I lay trying to sleep, I reached out to find you. The connection was tenuous, almost non-existent. I don’t know why it is sometimes that way – and other times glows with a warm golden light that takes me right to you – wherever and whenever you are. I do know that when the light dims it leaves me unsettled and fretful. Feeling less safe because the path seems lost and distant.
I couldn’t help but wonder, was I keeping you awake, or were you keeping me awake. Which of our jumbled, troubled minds was edging it’s way into the other.
I suppose it was both, wasn’t it.
But somehow, as always, you know when to connect with me and talk about just the right things. To give me just the extra amount of time I long for. To reinforce and rebuild that bright golden strand between us. The love you placed there for safekeeping so long ago will always lead me back to you.
I know I’ve said it before, and sometimes wonder if you get tired of hearing it. Or if it means less having been repeated so often. But I’ll say it again anyway – I love you.
