As summer turns to fall, I find I’m missing you. Your face I can hardly recall, yet still, I’m missing you. And when summer at last returns, I’ll be lost in all my usual concerns, but once again missing you, when that first leaf falls.
Do you have a muse, someone who inspires; do they always stand by you no matter what transpires. Do they turn your dull days into momentous occasions; do they motivate you with very little persuasion.
Have you found your soulmate, the one who anchors your feet; are they the sort of person who makes you feel complete. Have you captured the one who loves you as an equal; do they bring purpose to your life and not another boring sequel.
Do you belong to that someone who always helps you grow; are you with the one person you always wanted to know. Are you with that one love you can’t live without, or are you living your life full of endless days of doubt.
Life can blow in gentle wisps or suddenly seize the day in consternation. So whenever I sense a billowy riff, I look to the sky for clarification. Of course, I realize that many storms pass without peril, and there is often radiance after the rain. But when a particularly vile storm causes all the flowers to sag, I know each one understands me.
I keep track of all the days in between; the ones when you don’t say you love me. And during those days, my heart beats a little less enthusiastically, the sighs are a little longer, and my shoulders slump a little more. Sometimes the longing and the aching can be almost unbearable. But then I think back to all the times when those three little words were never spoken at all; all those years filled with such a lonely longing in my chest. I know I will never be in that place again because you always remind me of that with your steadfast presence every day. And when that realization hits me, that you’re not leaving me, I’m finally able to stop myself from falling, cradling my mind, and finding comfort in my own embrace. It’s in that nurtured state that I somehow find a way to let go of the demons which harbor my weary discontent. And eventually, that nagging feeling starts to evaporate, disintegrating bit by bit in every relaxing exhale, calming a little more in every deep breath. I’m never quite the same, though, as my own strength can never carry me all the way through. And so I wait patiently until you’re here again, reminding me that love is more than words. But because you know I need to hear it, you expose your stubborn soul to me, finally giving in to my neediness. And that’s when my heart explodes in reassured joy because your loving words mean everything to me. And even though I already know you love me, the reminder frees my soul and refuels my spirit.