It will be like asking the stars if they miss the night.
Asking the sun if it missed it’s warmth
or asking the ocean if it missed the rivers that give it life.
I’ve seen the most beautiful flowers but they all smell the same, I got to see the most beautiful places in the world but the wind winded same everywhere.
Only in your presence, the wind whisper a fragrance to the flower a scent untold in other places.
I would recognize you in a total darkness where you mute and I deaf.
I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely in different bodies, different times and I would love you in all of this until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.
They asked “do you love him to death?”
I said “speak him over my grave and watch how he brings me back to life”