I could have written legends about our love.
And dreamers from near and far would gaze into one another, searching, longing for a love like ours.
And our children, and our children’s children, would sigh and giggle and find comfort in our story.
And when you left that empty summer, I lay in bed and retold our tale, over & over again, to reassure myself that this was forever.
There is a cavity in my chest, an aching in my head, and I am at a very scary place now.
I found shelter in your arms.
I do not know where is home.