is that you make your own family
and all I wanted
for such a long time
was to be part of his.
So ironic then
a sweet little torture
that when I was within
a whisper
of the adventure
that would bind us together
that's become an impossible thing.
One trip
that was to be the making of us
and of love.
When I am sat alone
at home
cold and imagining his happiness attending that on his own
this will all come to haunt me.
With love, Beau xx