Take me home

It's been quite a while. I feel starved. I hope that it is my fault. Just say something, I feel beaten. I wish I knew if I was supposed to say something, and then what to say. The shadow of your presence weakens me after so long. To see the light of your eyes would breath such new life into me. I might see it sometime. I hope. Unless you have finally started to hate me, which is probable. I would encourage it if you were not such a light to my darkness. As if I hunger, I will wait.

I will wait.

Sincerely: ....