Flower...

This morning, a bottle, one of my bottles, came back to me, carried across the ocean between us. Inside, there was a flower and a note filled with sadness and hope to mirror my own. I want to believe, do believe, it came from you, my sweet love. I will hold it with me here as I write these letters to you, reaffirmed in the knowledge that somehow, some way, you've found them. I know, too, that you must feel helpless to respond, because your heart cares so deeply for others and, especially, for mine. So perhaps you can try this...

When you miss me, when you need me, when you want to reach for me and let me know that you're there, that you love me, that you are still mine in your heart as you are in mine, place a flower on the windowsill and know that I will see it. I know you can't do it often, but when it feels safe, and trust that I will see it, and I will know. We will find one another again. You have no lost me, will never lose me, as long as you keep me in your heart. I love you, and I'll be right here, now and always.