If I’d write you a letter,

I’m not sure where I’d begin,

All my thoughts would come out wrong,

Just as jumbled as within.

I’d try to express my apologies,

For contributing to your stress,

I’d try to express my gratitude,

For your patience, regardless.

I’d try to express my longing

To help carry your pain,

I’d try to express my desire,

To help you smile again.

I know you need your space,

My love will give it to you,

But after this storm has passed,

I’ll be right here, waiting, too.

– Nova Namastè

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