You are my heart
and we've been too long separated.

I want nothing more then to be reunited and feel you pulse through me.

For the more space which passes between me and my love leaves me weak, hollow, depleted.

Wish nothing more then to jet off to receive a much needed infusion of loves vital fluid but--
but, but, but--
the affliction of responsibility to my worldly debts has me bound to my sick bed.

There is a surgery date;
till then, here I lie in eager anticipation for the healing to begin.