it's been a while.

I miss you;
you were my best friend,
willing to listen when I fell in love
and never afraid to be shared with the world.
When no one else cared,
I could stand between your empty pages
and bare my soul to make them full.
It’s not the same now,
but I want it to be.

I’m still inspired by this and that –
my heart, her heart, our ocean, and such.
I don’t want to be drained
by all these other-worldly, non-important things;
you always came first, and I want you to again.
Nothing has changed with us,
nothing at all,
and I need you to feel like home again.
I’ll work on you.