I miss you ...

Strange how long I have been thinking this thought,
though I feel now that there is change in it.

Changes:  movement.

The thought is a new one: less a thought than an overpowering,
overwhelming,
over-flowing
longing,
deep as darkness:

as full and open and endless as forever must feel
in every direction:
forwards, backwards, diagonally across, swirling, up & down:

Everywhere space, full, so full of emptiness and longing and love.

I feel you there.

But it is dark & I cannot see you.

But I feel you:  breathing, 
moving, laughing, speaking: your voice vibrates all that silence and space and
I feel you like waves:

The vibrations of your existence.

Thank you for being there.
Here.

I love you.