Scribbles

There is not a word I could say
not a speech I could write
not a song I could sing
that could express
what you mean to me.
We're family--together--one
in more than the true sense of the word.
Connected by the ethereal--
no one can understand this bond.
You understand me--I, you
and so I find myself,
left scribbling more letters
to distract myself
from the emptiness of the room.
So many thoughts
so much anguish
so much joy overflowing
yet I can not share.
You left--with a piece of me,
that no one else will ever hold.
I treasure your gift--
I embrace it--
present it fully to the light,
letting it illuminate all around,
Always praying,
for your return.