My darling, my ocean, my moon and my stars. It has been terribly quiet in the world since you left, and it has been terribly loud inside my head. There have been so many words inside my chest, that grow in me like flowers, and bloom out of my fingertips as poems carved into air. I stand inhaling and exhaling this wind around me, that’s filled with feelings and the smell of rain, with each breath I am shattered from the inside out, but still I drag in these splintered words into my fragile lungs, again and again. Maybe hoping to catch a memory in a breath I take, maybe hoping to feel it again. My feet they travel, bare and aching. They lead me down to the place I last spoke your name out loud. It has been so long, since it has been released from my lips, it nearly burns a hole right though my core. And then it pours. Covering the earth in a hazy film. Causing my eyes to meet the shadows of all the trees around me. And so it is true, that I have made new friends, when you left me on my own.