Saw a picture of you today. You look so thin, so frail, so... helpless.
It took me whatever remaining willpower that I had left from the day to just pull my eyes away from the photo. How I long to hold you in my arms, to shield you from the world, to assure you softly that everything will be alright...
Then I realize, after so long, you're still haunting me. And I have only myself to blame. Swamping myself with work to drown out that inner voice within me ever gently coaxing me to let go, let go.
Let go. Oh me, please let go.