I Would Wait a Million Years

There is so much to tell you that I cannot put into words. Thoughts bubble to the forefront of my mind like tears accumulating on the floor. They mix and coalesce, but none ever seem to come to fruition and force themselves out of my mouth and into your ears. Instead, I blink and find myself sitting down, watching as the words flow into my hoof and out of my pen. As I blow on the ink, I hope that the written word can do more than the spoken could accomplish.

I hear you move, but I cannot see you. I feel your presence, yet I cannot smell your heavenly scent. You are absent in my heart, but you are all I can think about. You fill me, complete me, and surround me and at times I feel as if you look right into me.

At night, I feel your body next to mine, but when I turn to look, I remember that there is no room in this bed but for one pony, one pillow and one sheet.

When I awake every morning, for a split second, I think I see your lovely face, but as I blink away the sleep and the tears of joy, I find myself staring at the wall and the tears come back.

I find myself missing you, and I cannot find the will to stop.

These first few weeks since your promotion are the worst. I can only imagine how you feel.

I count the days until your return.