When you are able, come back

 When you are able, come back…

Even if only for a brief moment. Just long enough for me to look into your eyes once more and feel your hand in mine.

Come back quietly, without warning, at any hour of the day.

I am still waiting for you. Not because I do not understand that you are gone, but because some part of me still longs to see you again. Just once. Only once.

Here, without you, the world feels too cold. I miss your embrace — that one sheltering kind of hug after which everything, even for a heartbeat, became gentler, quieter, easier to bear.

Perhaps you do not know how deeply I miss you. Perhaps where you are, longing no longer reaches. But still, I ask you… come back.

I promise I will not cry. I will not beg you to stay. I will not hold you by the sleeve like someone trying to stop the wind.

I only want to see your smile again.

Even if it must be the last time.

There is a small hollow place inside my heart now. And through that opening, the sighs keep coming, and the memories, and all the love I still carry for you — love that has nowhere to go, so it stays with me.

So come back and cover that emptiness with one final word. Come back with the kind of embrace that could gather my soul from all the places where it broke after you left. Come back with a tenderness strong enough to close, even for a moment, the cracks your absence left behind.

Come back, and I will let you go without anger.

Without questions.

Without reproach.

With the softest smile I can manage.

Come back so I can say goodbye the way I should have said it then.

When you wish, when you are able, step for a moment into my dreams.

Stand there as you used to be.

Let me know you are not lost, only farther away than my arms can reach.

And then return to your place.

To the place you went so suddenly — with empty pockets, no suitcase, no warning, no farewell.

To the place where I can no longer see you,

but where my love still somehow finds you.