Wishing...

I wish you were here, or that I was there.

Your arms around me, holding me, telling me it'll be okay without saying a word.

Safe.

Comforted.

Calmed.

And I know you're not here for good reasons. Two really beautiful, wonderful reasons.

And you've been here for so much. And I adore you for that.

But still...

I wish you were here...