My love, my dear true love—the earth took pity on me for it saw that I cannot be without you, so she gives you back in forms she could fathom. My love, you float around me the way dust seemingly dances in the presence of sunlight. You hold me the way the first snowfall blankets a sullen city. You come to me the way rivers find it’s way back to the sea.

So I stand by my window and welcome the rain.

Everything is teeming with you.

And it’s like you were never gone.