أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

there is no me without you, no dictionary without letters, no pen worth a penny, without its ink to share the meaning in its barrel. i never controlled the ocean or its waves, the ebbs and flows on its surface, that took so long to traverse the middlest of layers, just so they could meet your eyes again, even if images were things too often only our minds would conjure. 

take this to heart, and take this as the record: when ever i fathom or express, i am gladdest that you were the one He chose to make me long after, that you showed me what you did, show me still, in ways subtle and scarce for purposes only wise ones persist, the Beacon of a lifetime, ever worthy a flame to grace a torch with. 

perhaps some time, some way, some image of you, might reach these eyes again, journeys not so distant seeming, as if lifetimes spent reading could suffice to fill the silences i've oft greeted. sigh, stillness oh stillness, familiar friend cast-as-villain, thou art not an enemy, simply my mechanism of patience, bi ithniAllah surviving for long as breath is given.