I woke up last night to rain against the window, falling in a unique pattern almost splashing back up the panes of glass. Yes, tired but soon very restless, and unsettled. I wanted nothing more than to fall quietly back into peaceful sleep, but then I started to think of you. A smile came across my face, but then bewildered that I was thinking so far back, and why now, of all times. 4 a.m. I have three hours of sleep yet. I don't want to think of you, but then I hear the lyrics of the all to familiar song, and I contemplate pinching myself to make sure I am really awake. Yeah, I hear it.. "These tears I've cried, I've cried 1000 oceans, And if it seems I'm floating in the darkness Well, I can't believe that I would keep Keep you from flying And I would cry 1000 more If that's what it takes To sail you home Sail you home Sail you home..." At that I want nothing more than to hear you breathe, watch your chest rise and fall, follow your left hand cupped together, to hold you and breathe your scent in. We promised each other what one could give, each others happiness. A promise that wasn't broken, and well maintained. Short cuts to each others problems, and the familiar nod.... to finish each others sentences. The spaghetti race down the wall, or entangled dark showers. Power and privilege we joked, and then there you are at the foot of my bed. I can almost see you now. Not wanting to disturb me, and 12 kisses for every hour in each half of the day. Maybe it's the advice I seek, the simple nod of approval, the pillow to the head, or the longevity of the embrace. The rain fainted.. soft teardrops against the window, I am smiling. It's the comfort in this darkness, to know you are still soaring, still flying towards your goals, and that you have sailed, we both have sailed to our live portal.