It started as a wave of wistfulness, a shy melancholy wrapping her in it's grey arms. It grew, oh how it grew, to become a constant, throbbing longing that knew no beginning and no end.
And now in that quiet moment between breaths, she waits. A picture painted of infinity, darkness caressing her soul, she waits. She waits, although she knows it not, for me.
Oh beloved! You have hunted in all the wrong places. Looked without when all you sought was within.
Turn your vision inward beloved and find me there, nestled gently in your heart.
I have always been with you.
I am part of you.