Oh Beloved,
I cannot remember your face,
but I see you in the strangest places.
My heart leaps for joy when I hear the name I do not know you by.
I confess: I have hidden my longing for you in relentless ways. I have scented a promise of you in others and have made myself content with shadows.
Always the little things have brought me back to the center of my heart, to hold your flame for comfort, and to pray.
I hold on, dear, knowing that you long too. We will break on each others shores and wipe away with our love the flotsam of these daily storms.
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