i think about you. every day. in some small way.
i write to you. in my sleep. in between rem cycles and lucid dreams.
i cling to you. when i'm feeling vulnerable. and depressed.
i play with you. at the end of your string. on the rug by my couch.
i laugh with you. when there is simply nothing better, or more amusing, than that moment's something-or-other.
i sleep with you. in the day. and at night. and whenever else we feel like it.
i sit with you. across the table. holding a book and a latte.
so i'll wait for you. to come back to me. and remind me who i am.