A letter to you

Dear You,

Oh my little one, how I miss you! Where ever have you run off to? I know, I know. You are taking time to heal, recover, and this is important. You are so strong but I worry about your insistance that the journey be done alone. Won’t you let me help? I’m not sure you know how to ask? I’m here. I will always be here. We want to get that spark back in your eyes, the laughter in your voice, and yes even the prankster in you. I’ve been dwelling on some of my favourite memories so I’m not missing you so much. Remember when you convinced the asshole conductor at Interlochen you were Swedish so you couldn’t understand his criticism of your solos? And then you had to figure out how to keep up the ruse for a week with absolutely no knowledge of the swedish language save what you picked up from the Muppet Show. Or, what about when you almost got fired that summer in new york when you dared 6 campers to jump off a bridge with their mountain bikes? It didn't matter that you made them wear their helmets!! I know you felt like a jackass, but Figgy and I laugh hysterically over the story about when you told those guys on the train out to Colorado you were an ‘awesome’ skier (thinking you’d never see them again) and then ran into them again on the mountain and proved absolutely completely otherwise…..oh, you know the list goes on....
I want you to know that I’m here. I’m waiting for you to feel better and although you may feel alone, you are not. I am with you every moment of every day waiting for your return to me. I love and cherish you. I will always take care of you and be here for you. I am strong as ever, more passionate than before, full of life, and ready to take the world by storm. Don't let this cancer define you. Define it. Now hurry up my little one, I can hardly stand to wait!
Love,
Myself

IMpromptu

And you, i feel so much affection for you, your words always so beautiful, leaving me in awe.
Let us talk of things that can be scooped up,
In the palm of our hands and held,
Like lighting bolts--so quickly here,
And gone,
leaving us waiting, wanting, For more.

Let us wander through thoughts so thick--
That we are bonded together, Like there are golden ropes across our hands and feet.

One thought strung together without anything to stop it--I need you so.