It’s Christmas, and I wish you were here.

Here, where the clouds and the wind dance through the day in beautiful harmony.

Here, where there are unending days and nights. Where silence isn’t empty, and it calls out your name in frequencies the soul can feel but the ears can’t hear.

Here, where I’ve built a cathedral out of memories of you. Stained mirrors made of the way you smiled at ordinary days.

Maybe love was always meant to travel farther than the body could carry. Because even now, I want you close.

I wish you were here.

Selfish, yes.

But love always is.

I just didn’t know it would take dying to realise I wanted you beside me.