The last time I saw you was at the airport. All day I had felt my heart fill, with the overflowing fullness of loving you, and the sadness of parting. I searched your eyes, and I hid from them. We looked away, looked back. And reached for each other at the same instance. With everyone else around us, there was only this intense awareness of you. As I walked away, I felt then the wrench of my heart not wanting to leave your sanctuary.
Your image and your smile that followed me still live in me. In times when I doubt even myself, I look only at this, and the love in your eyes is unwavering, holding my heart tenderly in its grasp till I am a child again. I needed to understand - that you could pour your self into something but not every vessel can hold you. I needed to understand that I was already home.