I’ve been searching for you. But you are not easily found. I thought I heard you here, I imagined your voice pinging out to me. The words were too distant but I could tell from the texture, the timbre, this was not a call of distress. It felt like the complete opposite. Euphoria, might be one word to describe your call.

Somewhere you were out there. I may have been looking in the wrong places. This often happens. And then I’m the one who gets distressed.

And then I have to stop and take a break, take a breath, and then I start my search all over again. But I know you’re there. I can feel you all around me. I think you are amused, but not mocking or judging. I can feel that.

It’s true. Even though I may not show it. I miss you. A lot. I can’t think of other words to say it. Those are the best ones I have right now. I hope they will suffice.

A breeze passed through me. And within it, a feint droning sound with slow pitch bends, rising and falling, under a voice that said, “What’s there to miss? I’m right here with you. Just chill. OK? Do you think you can do that? Can you just do that for me? If I have one thing to ask of you, that would be it.”