Notes to a Prodigal

If 

you are reading this, 

darling- 

when 

(I hope) 

you read this,

remember: 

the same moon 

that watches you 

still dances across 

my sky. 

And the breeze 

that now whispers 

across your cheek

first teased the back 

of my neck, 

and the oceans

are deep 

and blue 

and wild 

on both coasts.