I feel him at the edges of an unturned page
He’s there waiting, waiting for me, waiting in a corner among the white
Waiting for me to arrive
But how can he be waiting when he’s bones without a home?
I need not look to read the words
He’s the one I love, but not the one I hold
He’ll be left waiting for all of my life
I feel so many ways about this and words just aren't enough to convey that. I know who came to mind for me, immediately. Grief is such a complicated thing to navigate, and I feel like it's sometimes a step forward, then a few back, trying to still process and heal from not being with the ones we love. All the love in the world to you. Hugs <3