35. If you had been here when I came to this new land

How often it is that I think of you and how it would have been if you'd been here when I came to this new land.

In the wisps of fleeting fragments of half-formed thoughts, I think i always have known, this land would have been closer to a home than it ever can be. But that chance was lost. Not so long back. With you.

And all that I have left are memories. Of you. Of those precious few moments, some regrets, some lessons, and words. And the illustrations of a creative mind with no outlets, of all that would have been.

The love still shines on. On all of us. Like I believe you do, with every rising sun. Stay with us. Don't leave again.