“Notes to my Counselor written while the Plane is Landing”

Have you ever experienced great cosmic love, love?
Your Great Soul Love?
Finally not alone love?
Sex three times a day for months on end love?
Seen love?
Souls braiding together love?
Orgasms up through your bellybutton, detach from the cosmos and the fabrics of time and reattach with each one love?
Always taken care of love?
Looked after love?
“Hey, Poppi” every night love,
“Do you feel seen” love?
“Do you feel heard” love?
“Do you feel loved” love?
Every night in bed I would ask him those love?
Hold hands in the car, on the sidewalk, in bed while I sleep love?
Can say anything to love?
Nothing hidden love?
My full bare self love?
Seeing your full bare self love?
Wash you everyday love?
Because, he hates soap on his hands love?
Everything for one another love?
Selfless taking giving love?
Head on your chest when you’re dead love?
Head on your chest while you’re dead love and I repeat my wedding vows over and over and over to you love? Hold you in my arms when you’re dead love? And, I repeat my wedding vows to you over and over and over again love?
And, I run my fingers through your beard when you’re dead love?
I run them through so many times love?
I tell you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I have always loved you, I will always love you love?
And, I know I have loved you a thousand lifetimes, loved, love, loving, love?
If you haven’t experienced this type of love.
Well, I am not sure I can begin to tell you what it feels like to lose it.
But, I’ll try.