I’m waiting for your note that says go back home because I will surprise you on your doorstep. You are in the marrow of my bones, the framework on an unfinished foundation, not biologically but integrally. When we hug I bury my face in your neck and I breathe deep. When you tell me you need space you may not see but i just walk behind you at the same pace. I know you don’t freelance, we play for keeps, so when you let me speak for you I gave you my keys. You don’t believe in forever, but that’s how much time I’ve blocked out so clear your schedule, we’re going home now.