You told me once you were a tree. I am in acute agreement with you on this matter because I feel your roots inside me, growing into me. They seem to grow all night long.

I wake up wet between my legs. There is palpable hole in my universe. This hole happens to be in the shape of the mass of you Your name is my first waking thought today and everyday. These first moments, like so many others, are just you and me and white noise.