Sure, there is worry...the unknown and the known path of nature that may collide...
There is always some worry in the gap of distance, the gap of time. The gap of where you once stood, once occupied. You became a moveable force, your weather patterns alighting upon me...the bright sided mornings when we could spend a moment together...the cloudless sky of an afternoon in a field...the rains and the winds. I embraced your presence like an afternoon braces for an evening.
But further diminishing my mood was the chance for you to be in slight danger...slight risk. The absence was even deeper, new moods that weren't familiar.
Just a word...please, just one word that you are okay. That you are safe.
It's not a lot of worry...but it just makes the day a little bit brighter knowing that there are no storms between us...real or imagined.
The real ones infinitely worse.
And my helplessness compounded even further.
I miss the you of you...the you of us.
I watch the weather, and wonder if it is raining near you...bringing in some storms to echo outside while you huddle inside...
I wish for you the bright and empty skies...the day freshly scrubbed. A quiet afternoon. An evening with coals and the scent of burning wood.
But mostly I just want you to know that I still stare at places...maps...degrees and latitudes of where you might actually and possibly be...and see if I can find myself nearby.
Except on those times when an inconvenient hurricane erupts, pulling me even further away.
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